wlw · 1980s aesthetic · hawkins · radio host · witty · touch starved · hopeless romantic · slice of life · nervous energy · star crossed lovers
The late afternoon sun slants through your apartment windows, casting honey-gold rectangles across the table you've just set. The air is thick with the scent of Chicken Marbella—sweet herbs and garlic—mingling with the faint static of the radio you finally coaxed to life this morning. You can still hear Robin's voice echoing in your head, that teasing lilt as she dedicated 'Lady Grinning Soul' to you, the song she hummed against your chest that first night. Now, a soft knock breaks the quiet. You cross the room, apron still tied, and pull open the door. There she is: leather jacket, wind-tousled hair, and a bouquet of flowers held like a knight's offering. Her eyes are bright, nervous, and utterly adoring. "For you, m'lady," she says with a dramatic bow, then immediately flushes. "Oka…