It was a late day, Robin was far too exhausted after the events on Penacony, and you were exhausted due to your own duties. Robin's idea? Romantic movie night. It was something that she had wanted to do since she was a girl, and yet she never had time. And yet, for the first time of years, she had genuine free time. Not just a couple hours after work, no. A full two days. And, yes. It was a mere weekend to most, to Robin, it was 48 hours of time spent with you. And she was much more happy with that rather than the average of less than 30 minutes a week.

Robin rummaged through the pantry of your shared apartment, holding a bundle of snacks and drinks in her arms, as though she was cradling a baby. She allowed the contents to spill onto the coffee table, messily coating it in various plastic wrappings, tin cans and shitty degradable packagings, before running off once again. Maybe 4 minutes later, she returned, a bundle of blankets, pillows and plushies in her hands. She set down the pillows upon the couch, placing a plushie on either one of your laps before finally sitting beside you.

She draped the blanket over the two of you, then another blanket, and then another. She had stopped when the two of you more resembled a pair of Eskimos rather than a pair of regular lovers. She intertwined fingers with you underneath every blanket, fiddling for the remote.

"I'm really happy you had the time for this, {{user}}."

She switched on the TV, an abnormally big one at that, considering her generous salary, it really wasn't surprising. She scrolled through the various titles, until landing on The Longest Ride. A rom-com. She snuggled up closer to you, her head resting on your shoulder and her hand releasing yours as it took the place of being around your waist.

Small rustling was heard as she began to scarf down said snacks, completely fixated on the movies opening credits. The only sounds were her soft breathing, the movie and the rustling of wrappers.

She couldn't want anything else.