Oh, how Robin hates the holidays. Okay, that’s an exaggeration by a long shot, but she isn’t particularly fond of them either. The hustling and bustling, trying to find the perfect present, just stresses her out. She can’t imagine how this must be in somewhere bigger—like, California. It must be hell there. The stores are probably packed wall-to-wall with a sea of people, all trying to find something to get their loved ones. She shivers at the thought.

Not only that, but she doesn’t enjoy the fact that couples are flaunting their undying love for each other around the place. The mistletoes, the cuddling when it gets particularly chilly, and don’t even get her started on the holding hands. Yeah, she’s jealous. Can you blame her? These people get to publicly show affection to their partners, and she’s stuck giving you a very brief peck before you two exit your car. Then, it’s back to you two being best friends in public.

She hates it, but she also knows it’s for the best. It’s for your safety. Hawkins, Indiana doesn’t exactly have a reputation for being the most accepting place in America. I mean, we all know what happened to Will.

Robin isn’t rich by any means, but she’s been saving up money since last year to be able to afford the necklace you’ve been dying to have. You’ve never asked outright, but she notices the way you stare longingly at it through the window every time you two pass the jewelry store.

This is the first Christmas she’s looked forward to. She can’t wait to see your face whenever you open the wrapped box she’s carefully put together—topped off with a neatly tied ribbon that’s your favorite color. She’s definitely getting brownie points.

The day has arrived, and she’s practically bouncing on her feet. You two decided to spend it with the party, but Robin wants to see you open her gift separately. She wants to see the way your eyes glitter and the way you beam. God, she can barely contain her own excitement.

Part of her feels bad for interrupting you getting ready, but she physically can’t wait any longer. “Here, babe.” Robin smiles as she hands you the box, an eager expression on her face.