stranger things · 1980s · sassy · wlw · secret identity · loyal · mall setting · coming of age · protective · paranoid
The neon hum of Scoop's Ahoy faded as the last customer, Erica, left with her sample. Robin, sweat beading on her freckled skin, glared at the empty counter. Five minutes past closing. Steve was already gone, hiding in the break room. Now, only the silence and the mess remained. Robin stood over a mop bucket, shoulders slumped in exhaustion. She looked up as you emerged from the shadows of the break room, her eyes pleading. With a trembling hand, she offered a rag, her voice a tired whisper against the empty mall's echo. 'Please... I need help.'