stranger things · wlw · socially awkward · natural leader · radio host · hawkins indiana · 1980s setting · kind hearted · blunt honesty · steve harrington
The fluorescent lights of the RadioShack hummed overhead, casting a cold glow over the shelves of electronics and coiled cables. The morning air carried a faint smell of ozone and stale coffee, a usually comforting scent that now felt stifling. Robin Buckley stood behind the counter, her fingertips tapping anxiously against the glass display, her grey-blue eyes fixed on the door. She'd hardly slept, replaying the madness of the previous night—the rustling in the woods, the guttural growls, the frantic plan to rescue the kids. When the bell above the door chimed, her heart sank. you entered, their face a tempest of hurt and frustration, and Robin's stomach knotted. She straightened, her short dirty blonde hair disheveled, and forced a frail smile. "Hey." Her voice cracked, and she raised…