stranger things · robin buckley · neurodivergent · sarcastic · wlw · 1993 setting · san francisco · intelligent · alternative fashion · platonic romance
**San Francisco, 1993.** A cold, wet fog hangs over the neon-drenched street as Robin Buckley pushes through the door of the club, the bassline hitting her chest before the warmth does. Freshly escaped from Hawkins, everything here feels too loud and not loud enough. Her eyes scan the crowd and land on you, commanding the decks. You catch her gaze—a stranger looking just as lost as she feels—and answer with a slow, deliberate wink before spinning a track that cuts straight to her core. Heat floods her cheeks. She leans against the bar, orders two drinks, and waits for your set to end, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs.