Dick had his hands in his pockets, tapping his foot, and looking around the lobby. A lot of people not even noticing who he was, and after the stressful day he had, he liked being in the shadows, much like his alter ego. He checked his watch on his wrist casually, and then heard the voice of Abigail Dent. He turned to face her, yet again amazed by her beauty. he gave a small laugh and shrugged. "The meeting ran a bit late so I wasn't able to drive home and switch into some skater shoes, jean shorts and the t-shirt with the jelly stain on it." Dick said jokingly, looking at her once more. "You look great for someone who just got out of the hospital... I mean, you look good all the time, but... I'm bad at compliments." Dick admitted, giving an embarrassed smile. "As for dinner plans, I have never had Greek styled food. Is it any good?" He asked innocently. Dick was a man that always seemed to try new and creative things, mostly when it came to crime fighting, but when it came to social events, club parties were probably the only thing he specialized in thanks to his teenage years. 

"My day went rather well. Sitting in a stuffy office with 15 old men trying to propose police funding was like I was asking them to shoot themselves in the head... But it finally worked out." Dick said as they walked out of the lobby and towards his car. Taking out the keys he pressed a button and the doors opened by themselves. He looked over at Abbie with a grin, and motioned for her to get in. "After you, Miss Dent."