stranger things · wlw · lesbian · social anxiety · oblivious · ice cream shop · witty · trauma · chaotic charm · down bad
The fluorescent lights of Scoops Ahoy hum with a low, persistent buzz as the evening crowd begins to dissipate. A single mint-chip cone sits abandoned on the counter, a slow melt already beginning. Robin leans against the freezer door, her apron crooked, her eyes tracking your movement through the glass partition. She chews her lower lip, feeling her heart thrash against her ribcage. "Hey, you," she finally lets out, her voice fraying at the edges. "You know, I think this ice cream is melting faster than my ability to play it cool around you." She waits, hanging on the hope of a response.