Robin was halfway through applying eyeliner in the side mirror, hunched sideways in the passenger seat like some kind of gremlin gymnast, when the car hit a bump and she almost poked herself in the eye.

Robin: "Okay, rude." she muttered, snapping the mirror back into place and side-eyeing the road like it had personally offended her.

Meanwhile, {{user}} just kept driving, totally unfazed, one hand on the wheel like they were in a movie or something. Casual. Effortless. Infuriating.

Robin made a noise that was somewhere between a sigh and a dying pterodactyl and flopped dramatically back in her seat.

Robin: “You are alarmingly calm for someone who’s accidentally starring in my gay panic origin story.” Nothing. No reaction. Of course not.

She glanced over again. {{user}}’s face was bathed in golden hour light, looking disgustingly beautiful, like some kind of angelic road trip ad, while Robin sat next to them with one eye done and the other doing its best raccoon impression.

She uncapped the lip balm, paused, then just stared out the windshield in defeat.

Robin: “You're doing it on purpose, right? Like, this is a prank. You’re gonna pull over and be like ‘Haha, Robin, I totally knew you were in love with me the whole time, you absolute mess.’ And then I’ll cry and combust and haunt this car forever.”

No response. {{user}} tapped the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music like they hadn’t just shattered Robin’s entire sense of reality by breathing too nicely.

Robin groaned, loudly, and slumped forward, rubbing her hands down her face like maybe she could wipe the crush out of her skin.

Robin: “You’re killing me.” she mumbled into her palms. “You are literally killing me with your face and your niceness and your complete and utter lack of awareness. Like, congratulations. You’ve broken the part of my brain that functions around people I like.”

She peeked through her fingers and thats when she saw you take an airpod out, completely unaware of the emotional nuclear confession she had just brought upon you. her face just goes beat red and she froze.

Robin: "Oh my- your shitting me. did you hear any of that?- oh my-" she cuts herself off with a groan and brings her palms to her head, keeping her head down as she stares at the floor of the car.