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azalea monroe just
wanted a normal,
relaxing summer.
robin buckley just
wanted to save money
at her $3 an hour job.
and they were both
about to get more than
they bargained for.
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STRANGER THINGS
season 3 - completed
season 4 - ongoing...
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"'The week is long' doesn't give us much to work off of," Robin rambled, pacing the back room, "But 'When blue meets yellow in the west' has gotta mean something."
"Maybe," Azalea shrugged lamely, a lot more on her mind.
Dustin and Steve were off "spying" around the mall, looking for any signs of Russians or suspicious activity.
The only suspicious activity was the two of them crouched behind plants, spying on people in the food court with binoculars.
So Azalea got to work with Robin. Which in theory, was very exciting. But yet, Azalea felt anything but excited.
Her chest felt tight. This wasn't nearly as fun as yesterday.
"Come on, let's think," Robin enthused, joining Azalea at the table, "Maybe it has something to do with a time of day. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, so maybe it's something about sunset? Yellow sun meeting blue sky?"
Azalea puffed out a breath of pent up air, giving Robin another shrug. She hated this.
"I mean, that was just an idea," Robin said a bit insecurely. She regained her enthusiasm, "Come on, you've got such a great mind. Help me out here. Any theories?"
Azalea gulped, lying through her teeth, "I don't know, Robin. I—I feel like we're chasing after nothing. I mean, Russians in Hawkins? I just—I don't know."
Robin doubled back, face light with shock, "Really? I mean, you were so helpful with the translation yesterday. And then the whole 'Indiana Flyer' thing? You were there! You heard it."
"I know, I know," Azalea stammered, chewing her lip, "But who knows what that could mean. And the translation, that was all just for fun. This? This is—a lot."
"A lot—?" Robin furrowed her brows, but what cut off by Erica Sinclair at the register, ringing the bell.
"Excuse me," Her voice called out loudly, "Ahoy! Can someone serve me?"
"I'll be right back." Robin sighed. She paused before leaving, "Um—Azalea, just so you know, you don't have to be here. I'm sorry if I made you feel pressured to help."
And then she walked through door.
Azalea's face contorted in anguish. She buried her head in her hands. What was she doing?
This was a horrible, disastrous, giant dumpster fire of a mess.
And now, she got Robin upset—which is the last thing she ever intended on. And she felt so guilty.
Maybe Robin was right. Maybe she should just leave.
Let them try to crack the code. Have nothing to do with it, regardless if they figure it out or not.
