summary: Words roll of Robin's tongue faster than she can comprehend and sometimes risky actions come along with it, for example kissing your friend just before life or death situations.
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One look at the broken mall escalator and it was already bringing flashbacks to the girls, a flashback that both laughed at, but for different reasons: the young scoops ahoy worker was awkward, she didn't know how to handle harsh, traumatising situations, so she filled up the air with a half-heated laugh, however the y/h/c haired girl the left of her had been smacked in the face over, and over since birth leading to her seeing little to no point of caring anymore. She was scared sometimes though, sliding down the middle of the escalator with 'Steve the hair Harrington', two kids and her new female friend while getting chased my Russian guards with deadly weapons was enough to get her heart racing. Now it seemed like such a rush.
Both girls were very different, but they had the same interests, one they shouldn't be admitting to one another. Robin lead the way to her place of work, scoops ahoy with Y/n trailing behind up the broken escalator. They seemed pretty useless in the situation they were in, they were new to this whole upside down-monster-mind flayer thing, the only two who didn't know except for Erica, but the group of people on the ground floor needed her for her knowledge on the Russians. Robin was their translator, but she soon faded away when they didn't need her anymore. Y/n didn't have any skills, she got pushed away instead - none of them appreciated her sarcastic comments.
"You reckon your little parlour is going to survive what's about to come?" she asks, as the two teens enter the glass doors.
The place seemed just how Robin and Steve left it, doubt missing a day due to been stuck hundreds of feet down under the ground being drugged by Russians who needed some kind of information out of them that they didn't have.
"I doubt half of this mall will survive, if the mind-flayer is as big as them lot say it is," Robin replies, referring to the kids and how they had actually seen the creature in action not so long ago.
Y/n nods. They both sit on the front counter where the till and ice-cream freezer is. The dirty-blonde haired girl lifts off the black sheet that reserves the temperature and searches on the bottom shelf for sample spoons. She takes out a pink and an orange one, holding both out so Y/n could pick.
"Oh I'm not too bothered," Y/n says, pointing to the plastic spoons, "you decide first."
And she does, taking the orange and leaving the pink for her friend, "help yourself, it'll be a shame for it to go to waste."
The ice creams were freshly frozen, which Y/n was pretty disappointed about, knowing she couldn't have the taste of the creamy ice cream on the sides where it had just begun to melt. Both of them reach for the blue raspberry one, taking a large scoop on their sample spoons and swallowing it - the brain freeze was coming in already.
"I'm more disappointed about this place going than I should be," the shorter girl confesses to her friend, "we met here didn't we, at the start of summer break when you started work, and then I got so addicted to coming that I was here all the time."
Y/n's face was straight, but deep down she cringed at how her honesty flowed out so simply and how the thought of her really missing something seemed so foreign.
Robin turned to the other, but she didn't look back, instead she was met with the side profile she always admired from a distance while she worked in the exact parlour she was sitting in now. To the right of the store we're two white high chairs tucked under a wooden table, the first one was where she always sat and if that was taken she would go outside and Robin would have to really look around to find where she was.
"I'm so glad I met you," the hospitality worker confessed to the other, grabbing the attention of her to face Robin.
Both girls felt extremely insecure as they held eye contact, and the same thing rushed in their minds, if I break eye contact nervously she'll definitely think I have a crush on her.
"W- we can find a new spot to meet, you and Steve will be getting a new workplace right?" Y/n says, "that's if I survive this - you and steve can go back to being a duo without me disturbing you."
"No- no you- we are going to survive this I promise."
Robin's lips met and left Y/n's so quickly it was hard for her to even comprehend. Just by the worried look on the others face she knew that her reaction was not the best and her face had deformed into some disgusted expression.
"I'm so- so sorry that was bad- I shouldn't have-"
"You two done scoffing ice cream?" Steve interrupted unexpectedly, he stood in the door way with a hand on his hip, "It's time to go."
Y/n wanted to say something, she didn't want her friend to worry, but she was quick to follow after Steve, not giving her another look. Her lips felt so nice on hers, exactly how she imagined all these nights, but it came at the worst time and now she had to do everything to stay alive to reassure her and possibly relive the moment again - completely different to her original plan of help to keep everyone alive as they have a need to live, unlike herself.
