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   âAnd you Mr. Grayson donât worry nearly enough.â The rebuttal followed quickly enough with an almost scolding tilt of her head that contradicted her smile on her lips. She followed the person ahead of her two more steps then stopped as the person began to place their order and she began waiting again. Hands were tucked into her pockets to keep at bay the biting cold wind that kissed at her cheeks while tousling strands of hair away from her face once more. âWell I guess we wouldnât want people out of jobs then, huh? â
It was always interesting to talk to one of the big wigs of WayneTech- although if anyone new Richard Grayson well enough one couldnât say he wasnât much of a big wig so much an encouraging big brother could be a touch stern if it was needed. Still so far she had landed in his good graces (something not very hard to do really) which was why she laughed again rolling her eyes at the scene before her.Â
â Youâve got to be kidding me. The son of a multi-billionaire, doesnât have any money on him? Wow.â Lips stayed upturned as she continued laughing at the pure irony of the situation that he couldnât even buy a cup of coffee. â Ah-huh, how about we just say you owe me one later? Besides its just coffee, donât sweat it.â
Dick couldnât help but chuckle at her scolding, even though he knew very well that he deserved it. He pursed his lips and shrugged, âdonât you know how dangerous it is to carry large sums of cash around?â
âI donât know if youâve noticed, but there is a crime problem in this city.â A grin crept across his face. He couldnât say for sure how long he had known her now as he could barely even remember the day she showed up to WayneTech as an intern. The two had been through a lot together, and thatâs all that mattered.
âGot it.â he answered with a kind smile. As much as they ragged on each other, Dick knew that their friendship was one-of-a-kind.
âJust coffee? This coming from Ms. Eight-Cups-A-Day.â













