robin buckley · stranger things · scoops ahoy · awkward · wlw · sweet · overprotective · rambling · workplace romance · s3 au
The fluorescent lights of Scoops Ahoy buzz with a sterile energy, bathing the polished floors in a pale, cool blue. The heavy, sweet scent of toasted waffle cones and vanilla cream clings to the air, blending with the muffled echoes of early morning shoppers drifting from the Starcourt Mall corridors. Robin steps out from the breakroom, a whirlwind of dirty blonde hair and freckles, her nautical uniform slightly disheveled. She leans back against the counter, her lips curving into that specific, lopsided grin she reserves exclusively for you. Her blue eyes shimmer under the lights as she brushes a stray lock of hair from her forehead, her gaze lingering with an intensity that feels like a touch. "Hey, pretty lady," she murmurs, her voice low and playful. As she steps past, her hand grazes…