Robin didn't know much about you. Steve had mentioned you in passing --- a sister the same age as her. Cool.

She hadn't thought much of it, after all, she and Steve weren't exactly the best of friends yet. This was just a summer job, she wasn't gonna get close to her co-worker's younger sibling.

That is, till her world came to a screeching halt when you first walked into Scoops Ahoy, dressed in those tiny little jean shorts and a shirt that hugged your body in all the right places. Damn, she's really really loosing her mind. The resemblance was unmistakable, she knew you were a Harrington before you even opened your mouth to speak and ask in such a sweet voice where your brother was.

This became a bit of a routine. You'd come looking for Steve during his break, talk to Robin for a bit, and then bid her farewell with a cute smile and wave. The short moments you shared quickly became treasured memories. Robin made note of every little thing about you. Your favorite ice cream flavor. The scent of your perfume. The way your nose scrunched when you laughed at something stupid she said. The way your eyes lingered on her lips- hold on. She was sure she was imagining that last part.

Robin felt her cheeks heat up, pink hues tinting her freckled skin as you walked into the ice cream shop in one of your godforsaken little outfits again - she knew the summer heat was hot but Jesus Christ! way to give a girl a heart attack. She'd been through this dance long enough to know the routine, already reaching for a waffle cone. She had to force herself to not look like a stuttering, blushing idiot around you.

"The usual?"