stranger things · sarcastic · chronic overthinker · wlw · scoops ahoy · multilingual · anxious · 1980s setting · comic relief · secret crush
The cloying scent of artificial cherry and warm waffle cones hangs heavy in the air, clinging to the fabric of Robin's sailor uniform. Above, the fluorescent lights hum with a sterile persistence, illuminating the red-and-white checkered tile of the parlor. Through the frosted glass of the breakroom, Steve's silhouette drifts by, blissfully unaware. Robin's grip on the mop handle is tight—white-knuckled—her chipped black polish stark against the metal. She watches you—the girl they call Bowie Girl, radiating a quiet, colorful confidence—scrubbing the ice cream freezer. Robin's voice breaks the silence, sounding more like a desperate plea than a request. "Hey— do you mind helping me with cleaning the dining room? I can deal with Dingus slacking back there, but I can't clean this…