Robin Buckley One Shots

Accents - Part 2

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Genre: Fluff

- Someone on my Tumblr requested a part 2 so here we are :) My Tumblr- natashasnoodle

Robin proceeded to spend the next couple of hours talking Steve's ear off about the upcoming movie date. She kept going on about your accent. God, she loved your accent, and Steve had to agree that it was a nice one. The fact that she was going on a date with someone from England made it all the more exciting. In her eyes, as someone from a small town in rural Indiana, it was a big deal.

She could barely concentrate towards the end of the work day. When people asked her for help she couldn't stay in the zone during a conversation and ended up just randomly picking movies for people without really knowing what she was handing over. Steve had to take over even though it was his turn to do inventory, so Robin took that task on instead. It kept her out of the way.

By the time 6:00 rolled around and it was time for her shift to end, she stood behind the counter and began rocking backwards and forwards excitedly on the balls of her feet. Her bottom lip was tugged in by her teeth, and she was anxiously twisting her rings over and over and over.

When 6:05 hit, disappointment also hit. She pushed her lips to the side in thought, had it been too good to be true? Had you forgotten as it didn't mean as much to you? Steve sent a sympathetic look her way as he entered the counter area as well, and gave her a hearty pat on the back, "Hey, she said she was walking right?". Robin half-heartedly nodded in response as Steve sent another smile her way. "Well maybe she got held up by something. She'll show".

"Yeah", Robin breathed out, unconvinced, "She'll show".

Another minute passed, which for Robin felt like thirty so she was ready to call it quits. But just before she could turn around to grab her backpack, you barrelled through the door, almost face planting and sprinted to the counter. Your chest was heaving and your face was bright red. Robin looked at you wide-eyed as she took in your appearance and smiled softly when she realised that you hadn't stood her up.

"I am so sorry!", you started in a louder register than you normally talk in, "I left earlier than I needed so that I wouldn't be late, but then there was this cute dog that passed me on her walk, God she was cute, and I spent way too long giving her attention, and the owner was this sweet old woman who didn't have anywhere to be so she let me, and- yeah I'm sorry", you ended by awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck.

Robin laughed, relieved and amused by your story, "It's okay! I was just keeping myself busy with some restocking!", she lied.

Steve gave her a knowing look from behind which she could feel, so turned around to grab her bag whilst shooting a glare at him before turning back to you with a shit-eating grin. "You ready?". She nodded at you in response as you both started walking to the door.

"Use protection!", Steve yelled from across the shop as he continued closing down, you giggled at the joke and Robin stuck her middle finger up at him, another glare being held by her eyes.

"Sorry about him", Robin rolled her eyes as you both started the journey to your house. "Oh it's not a problem", you laughed, "He seems sweet".

She shook her head and laughed at your statement, "Yeah, sweet is one word for it I suppose". Again you chuckled and there was a brief silence, though not an uncomfortable one. But it gave her time to think. This was the first date that she had been on, and with a girl, so she wanted to know what the boundaries would be like in your home. Would she have to introduce herself as a friend? Would you have to sit apart in case your Mum walked in? She doubted that you were ashamed of who you were because you asked her out, so it wasn't like you completely hid it and lived in the closet. But, the world wasn't accepting, so she had to make sure.