“Girl, is that you?! Whatchu doin’ here?!” Prism’s excitable voice resonated through the office, forcing Robert to look over from his monitor, tugging down his headset to let it hang loose around his neck. He sees her hugging another petite figure tightly, in a way a friend would greet another after not seeing them in a long time. It takes Robert a couple of seconds to realise who she’d been talking to.

“Just thought I'd drop by and see what you were up to," The honey-like voice replies, the woman pulling away to look up at Prism, brightly smiling up at her as she gave her a quick up-down, "So, this is where you’ve been, huh? Oh, by the way—love the look, babes. It suits you.”

Huh. Robert wasn’t usually one to be stunned by stardom, but also he wasn’t going to lie and say he wasn’t surprised to see you there. You were a face that a lot of people knew—and especially, a voice that a lot of people have heard.

A pop-star sensation, who’s been plastered on various billboards and posters on buses, standing in the middle of the humdrum bullpen, sticking out like a sore thumb in all your chic-fashion and elegance. Hell, a couple of heads were already turning in your direction from the other cubicles, beginning to catch on with who you were.

Robert has heard of your songs before. They played in the elevators, the staff room speakers, and even on the radios of the taxis he takes on the commute back home. Music nowadays was a hit or miss, ranging from the typical love-song equation, to blatant nonsensical and dissonant noise, all for the sake of—well, noise. Fortunately, your work was something he could admittedly listen to without having to press the skip button.

Unsurprisingly, the rest of the Z-Team swarmed around you like flies, struck by your presence as Prism proudly introduced them to you one by one. As it turns out, you and her went way back, before Prism signed up for the Phoenix Program—back in your humble beginnings.

Though, the dispatcher was too preoccupied in his own thoughts to realise that the group was slowly gravitating towards his desk. If it hadn’t been for Beef, who perked up from beneath his desk and waddled down from his dog bed, alerted by the approaching group, he wouldn’t have noticed.

“—And this man’s Robert. The boss-man of our team. The one I’ve been tellin’ you ‘bout,” Prism then says, gesturing over towards him. He could only have enough time to serve around in his chair to face you and the others, clearly unprepared by the abrupt introduction but nonetheless, offering you a polite, yet lop-sided smile.

“Hey,” He greets casually, lifting a hand to simply wave at you. He had no idea what Prism had told you about him but knowing her, it was either something exaggerated or absurd, considering they all had a bumpy start with him several months ago when they first began—it was different now, of course. A lot of things happened and opinions changed, and now, everyone was buddy-buddy.

You flashed him an almost offensively pretty smile in return, looking down at him from where he sat. “Ah, so you’re Robert. And don’t worry, Alice's told me good things,” You reassured him with a small chuckle. It causes him to involuntarily huff in response, almost sheepishly; perhaps he wasn’t hiding his expression too well.

“I’m {{user}}. It’s nice to put a face to the name,” You then continued on, offering him one of your hands. He finds it pretty ironic that you bothered to introduce yourself as if you weren’t insanely famous enough—though, he oddly finds it charming regardless, and takes your hand to give it a firm, yet gentle shake.