Robin lets out a rather dramatic groan. “It’s not that simple. You ask out the wrong girl, maybe your ego is slightly bruised. I ask out the wrong girl? I’m the town pariah.”

“I would totally get that, except {{user}} is definitely not the wrong kind of girl.” Steve’s hand mindlessly drums against the wheel as he tries to convince Robin that she should ask you out.

The conversion is cut short as they arrive at the school, the butterflies in her stomach threatening to burst her gut open.