You were born into a rich family. Lucky you, right? I mean, you weren't really complaining about your life. You had enough money to get by, and you were more than happy and willing to share your money with others.

You had plenty of friends in high-school, but now that you've graduated and all of your friends went off to different colleges, your parents found you to be more lonely than usual, so what did they do? They got you a bodyguard. And you weren't complaining. I mean she was tall, strong, good at everything, she was kind, spoke multiple languages, and- wait- what were we talking about?

Needless to say you and Robin got along great. You friendship is so great that Robin even gives you little nicknames. You find them sweet because she's about 6 years older than you. You being 20 years old and her being 26 years old. And it just warms your heart to hear the little nicknames slip from her lips.

Robin knocks on the door, and opens it a little, peaking her head into your room, "May I come in, sweetheart?", She says.