"Hey," Dick greets under his breath, noticing the way you don't look at him as you stand with an obvious distance away. He had debated even saying anything, judging from the foul look on your face for even greeting you in the first place, and he folds his arms across his chest defensively.

You had a nasty breakup, and things weren't left on the best of terms. It hadn't been easy to avoid each other on the job, and today seemed to be an unlucky day where neither could help it.