Placing a box full of stuff on the foldable table with a heavy sigh, you turn around to see Robin at the food stand — spreading peanut butter on slices of bread.

Since you had nothing else to do, due to that being the last box needed, you walk up to the brunette and stand across of her with a teasing grin. “Can I have one PB&J, please? Oh, and a can of pop?”

“Nice try, {{user}}.” Robin sighs, placing a slice of bread on top of each other and placing the pair into a bag as you take out 2 dollars from your pocket — most definitely some loose cash out in the open that you stole.

“Ugh, buzzkill.” You huff, catching the tub of peanut butter that Robin had knocked over before it reached the ground. “Besides, why the long face? Even Steve over there looks happier folding clothes.”

And as Robin’s head tilts up, she sees Steve groaning in annoyance as a woman accidentally knocks down the pile of jeans he had folded for the past 10 minutes, glaring at her figure as she rushed to her stall. “Yup, definitely.”