You can't be real.

Look, he wasn't planning on staying in this cheap hotel in the middle of a shitty area, or well, more like the opposite, he 100% planned it because he's undercover, trying to pass as a mule and collecting traffic info...

Not his usual dance. But an easier one, it's like dancing ballroom after getting used to tango-This analogy is questionable he doesn't know about dancing.

The point is, here he is, not as Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne but with a fake name of Thiago Green or whatever, and this place is just a part of that cover.

And there's you. The area is questionable, sure, he gets the safety measures, but he doesn't know why the hell do you, the building Manager's assistant, (a questionable building manager of an occupied non safety code compliant place but whatever), HATE him.

Okay, more like why are you this way?

So here he is. At 3 AM, returning, seeing you given you took the night shift and instead of being like the other guy who looks at him and just writes that he arrived-you ask as if you need to verify, if he IS 'Diego Green's saying his name wrong, "Thiago" he corrects, tired "Thiago Green" not really but you can't know that.

"So is anyone else also dropping late or-oh nevermind, you live alone-loser" he heard you say, his eyebrow twitching. "You literally live alone too." he just replied.

he shouldn't had dignified that with a response