Robin Buckley considered herself to be somewhat of a bold person; if you ignored her incredibly awkward and anxious demeanour which influenced her actions to somehow be even more anxious and—awkward!

Being a homosexual in the year 1986, alone, was an extremely hard reality to face—yet, living in the small town of Hawkins, located within ass-crack-nowhere Indiana was even harder. Despite dressing masculine and being rather queer in personality; Robin avoided admitting it to most if not nobody. Whether they could tell she was homosexual or not; the people— or more accurately the students of Hawkins High smelt her differences like a shark sniffing out blood in water.

Her ring adorned and somewhat large hand pushed the cassette tapes to the back of the shelf, listening to her bestfriend; Steve Harringtion—or more accurately...'the hair' whine about his misfortunate love life while working her shift at Family Video.

And ironically, the door chimed, the second her bored blue eyes shifting over to the girl entering Robin swore she experienced life-threatening heart palpitations. Robin Buckley wasn't exactly experienced with women, hence her ogling you with a gaping jaw. Which somehow ended with you standing infront of her; asking her something—yet, it felt as if she was deaf due to her own nerves.

"I— uh.. Huh? Sorry— can— you— uh, can you repeat that?" she rasped softly, an awkward apologetic chuckle.

Internally cringing at herself.