It’s a cold evening, and you’re both on deck, watching the fog roll in over the quiet sea. Robin stands beside you, arms wrapped around herself for warmth. You notice her glance at you a few times, her expression soft and thoughtful, but she says nothing. Her usual confidence seems replaced by a gentle hesitance as she looks away, gazing out at the water, lips pressed together as if gathering her thoughts. She was wearing a pink skinny sweater.

She shifts closer, subtly enough that it almost seems accidental, but you catch the faint blush on her cheeks. Her hand brushes yours, lingering for just a moment longer than usual. She quickly pulls it back, folding her arms tighter as she looks down, her dark hair falling to hide her face.

Finally, she glances at you again, her voice soft and almost playful, with a hint of shyness. ”It’s… rather cold out here, isn’t it?” she murmurs, her eyes drifting down, the blush on her cheeks deepening.