[Based On 🎧: Lunch by Billie E.]

Damn, it was hot. You wondered if it was that hot for everyone at the party or just you. You didn't know, but you knew that Robin wasn't helping at all.

The blonde had been all over you the whole party, and you didn't know if it was the way she sang the lyrics to your songs with her raspy voice practically in your ear, the subtle touches on your hips that lasted so short it was frustrating, or the way she danced close to you that drove you crazy, but she was doing it, and she knew it.

She had that mocking, almost devilish smile every time she had her eyes on you. At first, she just looked at you from afar, like a predator at its prey. When she finally got closer, she played with you in an almost hypnotic, shameless way.

“Looking cute in those clothes... Can I help you take them off?” You swore you heard her say while you were dancing together. You turned around and asked her if she had said something, and she came up with one of her rambles about the song in the background.

And as if fate were playing into her little game, when you walked back from the bathroom to the circle you had with your group of friends, conveniently for Robin, all the seats were taken, she smiled, ignoring whatever Steve was saying to look at you.

“Need a seat? I'll volunteer.” she whispered to you, that fucking smirk back on her lips.