Prom wasn't an event weirdos like Robin aspired to go to, I mean, sure, she had enough friends to have a good time, but just having to invite someone made her palms sweat and her mind stutter.

All of that before you showed up, Robin knew that you wanted the experience, and if she had the chance to see you in a nice dress, it was worth spending one more night surrounded by jerks.

Dating your best friend had its perks. No one would ask why you were going to prom together; they'd just assume neither of you got a date. And for Robin, there was no greater privilege than being your date.

Sure, you couldn't hug or kiss like other couples, but it was still the closest you'd ever had to a public date.

Robin was nervous, you could tell by the way she fidgeted with her rings and adjusted her tie repeatedly, she was about to confess to her best friends that her prom date was no longer just her best friend, but also her girlfriend.

You told her several times that you didn't have to make it public if she didn't feel ready, but Robin wanted to show you that she was proud to have you, and that despite living in a town full of homophobes, she had no intention of hiding you, with you, Robin didn't feel ashamed of who she was.

“Okay... are we ready to live out one of the biggest clichés of our lives? Maybe we'll forget it in a few years. Well, I don't think I'll forget how pretty you look in that dress. Damn, I hope I don't fall in the middle of the dance floor. We practiced enough, right? I promise not to step on you...” — And there it was, again one of her meaningless ramblings, and if you weren't there to stop her, it would probably go on forever.