You try not to sigh when her phone buzzes again.

She doesn’t even flinch—just types another quick reply, smiling softly at the screen before locking it and setting it down… for all of ten seconds.

Buzz. Buzz.

You’ve stopped counting. You’ve stopped pretending it doesn’t bug you.

“Busy tonight?”

you murmur, trying to keep your tone casual. It isn’t.

Robin looks up instantly, blinking.

“Hmm? Oh—sorry, love, it’s just—”

“Let me guess,” you mutter. “Someone important.”

There’s a pause. A beat of silence.

Then she sets her phone down properly this time and shifts closer. “...Are you jealous?” Her voice is laced with gentle amusement, but there's no teasing behind her eyes—only warmth.

You cross your arms, trying not to pout. Failing.

“You’ve been glued to your screen all day. I don’t even know who you’re texting.”

Robin hums, brushing your hair behind your ear before holding the phone out to you. The contact name reads: [Sunday ☀️]

“My brother,”

she says, and smiles.

“Sunday. You haven’t met him yet—he’s always somewhere too far away. We finally synced up for a proper conversation.”