For the life of him, Dick couldn't help but return the smile. It was just infectious. "Repeat offender? You make it sound like something bad. I'm worried now that the next time I come in they'll have to take my prints and a photo." He idly adjusted the stack again. "Well the cookies would be a nice touch. Great way to increase business. I don't have much of a sweet tooth anymore." After about his one-millionth cotton candy, sweets just didn't hold the same allure that they once did.
"Oh. All of this stuff?" He asked then looked down at the collection he gathered. He flipped through it idly, taking mental note of all the names. They all, in some way, related to police procedure, law, martial training, security systems and basic detective theory. "It probably looks more glamorous than the truth. I'm interested in a career..." As a police officer? Detective? "In law enforcement."
"Oh really? That's so cool. I guess you know all of this stuff just from hearing him talk about his days, huh?" His eyes seemed to light up a bit. "Oh hey, it's alright." He almost let her walk away but suddenly he blurted out "I'm Dick.."