robin always waits for you. it's always at around three pm during exclusively on her shifts that you come by to rent another movie and return the previous one you borrowed.

and steve argues that you're into her, but being in the eighties robin heavily doubted that you'd be into her.

"dude, c'mon, she mega likes you!" steve says, organizing a new set of movies.

robin rolls her eyes, sighing. "even if she did — and that's not saying that i personally believe that, but even if she did—"

the door bell rings, and there came you. robin stopped talking, admiring at you before she realized she was staring and looked away, cheeks flushed and hands sweaty.