Nancy watched the orange haired girl walk in meekly.
"Hey." Nancy immediately looked back down at the sink.
"You seem a bit off, don't take it the wrong way but I've seen how you look at Robin." Vickie warmly smiled, walking up beside Nancy.
"You barely even know me." Nancy muttered, looking back up at her.
"I might not, but I know a lot about how people in love look at each other."
"Mhm, because you like Robin." Nancy crossed her arms.
"I do?" Vickie asked, raising a brow. "You've got us all wrong." Vickie nervously laughed.
"What?" Nancy was confused, she wondered who Robin liked, Vickie or Steve.
"She's just a friend to me — I don't think anything more or less of her, it's platonic." Vickie grinned.
"But doesn't Robin like you — or Steve?" Nancy questioned, turning off the sink.
"Steve?" Vickie looked concerned for a moment.
"Every time we've gotten slushies together, she's never looked like she had a crush on Steve, no way."
Nancy could feel herself stitch a smile, Nancy had Vickie all wrong.
"And I can tell from a mile away, you're wearing Robin's clothes." Vickie raised her eyebrows, smirking.
"How do you know?" Nancy blushed, fiddling with her hands.
"It totally screams Robin, and I've never seen you wear anything like that."
Nancy could feel herself burn up, maybe she did like Robin after all.
