˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 1978’s 2:37 pm, Arellano’s house.

It was a sunny afternoon when Robin Arellano’s uncle, the boy you hated the most, invited your father to a barbecue with several friends, and you soon went along too.

*Arriving at the place, Robin’s uncle signaled for you to enter the house, leaving the adults in the backyard. When you entered through the door, you saw Arellano sitting in an armchair in the living room with his feet up on the small coffee table. When the brunette heard the door open, he turned to look at you until he said.

“You here?…interesting.”

Robin laughed, a smirk, taking his feet off the coffee table, as he looked back at the floor.