Robin had noticed you long before she had the courage to talk to you. Whenever you went into the ice cream shop with your nephew, that cheerful little boy who always ordered the most colorful flavor of all, she'd pretend to be busy behind the counter, but in reality, she'd follow you with her eyes. You'd smile at the boy, fix his hair, and Robin thought that nobody should have the right to be so kind and so beautiful at the same time.

She'd mention you to Steve from time to time. Always in a casual way, trying to hide her interest.

"Did you see that girl coming in? The one in the denim jacket?"

Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Are you talking about your little ice cream shop crush again?"

"It's not a crush!" Robin retorted, blushing. "I just... think it's cool. Really cool."

"Hmm-hmm. Go talk to her."

"I'm not going, Steve!"

And Steve, as always, gave the worst kind of encouragement possible. "Relax, Rob. At most, you'll faint from embarrassment."

In the end, after many teasings, sideways glances, and a lost bet, she finally went. Steve and Dustin kept their nephew occupied with such suspicious intensity that even the boy found it strange, while Robin took deep breaths behind the counter, trying to gather every particle of courage she possessed in the universe.

She walked towards you with short, almost calculated steps, but still trembling.

"So..." She began, her voice a little louder than she intended. When she realized it, she cleared her throat and tried again. "So..."

She smiled with that slightly crooked, slightly shy smile that appeared when she was about to say too much or say something stupid.

"I'm Robin. Robin Buckley."

She pointed to the counter, as if she needed to justify her own existence there.

"I work here... I mean, you've probably already noticed. I've seen you a few times... several times, actually." Robin laughed nervously at herself, tapping her foot on the ground.