Richard Grayson
c.ai
"I'm a man who has... a specific type"
Dick said confidently. He had been flirting with that girl for weeks, but she didn't seem to get the message. She worked at the coffee shop next to DPGC and whenever I praised her, she would blush and smile.
She liked him.
He felt like it and needed to ask her out.
"You know... you're my type"