Robin was sipping her tea when Hawk burst into her living room.
''I have an idea.''
She knew better than to listen to him; his ideas always got them in trouble, but she still allowed him to speak.
''You're gonna like it.''
''I doubt it.'' She replied sternly.
''You know how I've binge watched 9 season of How I met your mother this week, right?''
Unfortunately, she did. Every time Hawk watched a show he always had to rant about it to her in detail.
"Go on."
"Let's write a book together."
Her brow lifted and she pretended not to be intrigued.
"A story of how we met, a story about us."
"And do you think someone will ever want to read it?"
"We'll bury it and dig it up in twenty years. It will be fun."
"Alright."
"Really?" He sounded surprised, but she always gave in to him.
She took pen and paper. "Chapter one. We met. Chapter two, we became friends. Chapter three-"
"No, no. That's not how you do it. You must go into detail."
"How much?"
"Ted Mosby is the standard."
She sighed, "I'll start."
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Robin and Hawk (or Hawk and Robin)
Romance[BxB and WxW] Two lives, two friends. A tale of acceptance, friendship, realisations, love and much more. Scheduled publishing: until 21 October 2024 every Monday 12.00 a.m. (CEST) [18+] Cover realised with Canva.
