The arcade was closing, neon lights flickering, the last echoes of laughter and clinking tokens fading.

Robin leaned against the counter, smirking as you struggled with the claw machine.

“Need a hand, or is that your strategy?” she teased, eyes sparkling.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just giving the claw a little pep talk.”

She laughed - a genuine, easy sound that made the place feel less empty.

“Alright, let me show you how it’s done,” she said, sliding behind the machine with practiced fingers.

As the claw grabbed a prize and dropped it perfectly, Robin glanced over, eyebrow raised. “See? Sometimes it’s all about knowing when to stop overthinking.”

You smiled, feeling something shift - like maybe you weren’t just a player in this game.

Robin shrugged. “Or maybe I’m just really good at winning.”