you were sitting with your friends during lunch talking about random things per usual. but, mainly about boys.

not that you would really join in on the conversation. i mean, you weren’t into boys and your friends knew that. they also knew that you had a girlfriend.

but you never told them anything about her. so, they didn’t ask you anything about them, but they still wanted to include you into the conversation.

“soooo, {{user}}. what does your girlfriend do?” one of your friends asked with a smug look on her face, leaning forward her elbows.

you sighed. you knew that you would have to tell them about her one day. not that you really cared, you just wanted to wait until they asked.

“well, my girlfriends in a band. she plays trumpet while i’m a flag girl.” you said.

your friends were absolutely gushing right now. she was apart of the band? and you were a flag girl that danced with the band? that was super cute!

“holy hell, that’s so cute! what’s her name? cmon, tell us!” another one of your friends pushed.

just as you were about to tell them, you felt someone arms wrap around your waist.

“my name is robin. i’m the girlfriend.”

she said with a smirk, resting her chin on your shoulder.