He sat down on his chair, and spun it over to you, that usual plastered smile glistening. He placed a coffee down onto your desk, it was kind of cold, because he had to make his as well, and the coffee machine was kind of busted.

“You look like you didn’t sleep.” Dick said, taking a sip of his own coffee. “-You didn’t, did you?” His smile still there as he took a sip of his own coffee.

Dick looked as smart as usual, his tie was perfect, his shirt was all buttoned, and his clothes were ironed.