"You're amazing." That's all he managed to slip in before they stepped inside. Well, if Hartley's cheeks ended up burning, it wouldn't be on purpose. Dick genuinely thought it.

He skimmed over the displayed menu, then fixed the guy with those blue eyes and asked, as though this was the most natural thing for him to do (and not a front put up a few minutes after he'd been ready to fall apart), "do you have anything that's close to a double frappuchino that thinks 'decaf' is a dirty word?"