Robin leaned on the Scoops Ahoy counter, licking a stolen swirl of vanilla.

“Midnight mall break-ins,” you said, grinning. “New tradition?”

She smirked. “Only if we hit the food court and Claire’s.”

You offered your hand. “Deal.”

She took it without hesitation. The mall lights buzzed above, casting pink and blue across her face.

“For the record,” she said, “this is the most fun I’ve had in weeks.”

And just like that, you were running, laughter echoing through the empty mall — two rebels under neon.