Faking Robin

Chapter 3 - Ordering A Star

Chapter 3 - Ordering A Star

My mind is full. Too many questions, waiting to be answered, are rushing around my head all at once and I don't even know which ones to think of first. Is it okay to go to that fancy restaurant? What should I wear? Would people laugh at me? Will it be dangerous? Would I come out alive? Is it a prank?

I took a deep breath and sighed deeply as I stared at the open closet, just realising that I didn’t have anything that was decent enough to be worn to the mysterious meeting I was invited to via the letter. I literally owned zero dresses. 

For the hundredth time I looked at the clock, 12:15. Forty five more minutes to the meeting. I had told Leo that I was going to meet Cass to prepare for an event at our part-time job. Leo's expression told me that he didn't believe my lie completely but thankfully, he didn't ask further.

Back to the problem: I needed a dress, at least like the one Aunt Anne wore. Wait a minute. Aunt Anne! 

After I got the permission to borrow one of her dresses, I ran to Aunt Anne's room and opened her closet wide. I saw a lot of choices, only to realise that my size and Aunt Anne's was different. Aunt Anne was around four sizes bigger than me. 

When I was about to give up, I saw a pile of clothes on the bed. I took a dress with apple patterns on it and tried to put it on my body. The dress was much smaller than the others, and I realised that the dress might be my size. When I was sure it fit and it looked good, so I decided to wear it.

After telling the others that I’d be home before seven, I hurried outside, placing my feet into a pair of worn-out converse shoes. Oh, great. These definitely don’t match. I face palmed myself looking at my red sneakers. But when I saw the time, I knew I couldn’t stand here and fuss about my outfit if I wanted to get there on time.

Clenching my fist in determination, I looked up at the glaring sun above me with squinting eyes. Go, go Robin!

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I stared at the shining cutlery in front of me as I sat at a table for two. I observed my surroundings with alert eyes. People were wearing dresses that seemed like they cost a fortune; I could probably be able to feed my whole house for a year with the price of those dresses. Looking at how I was dressed, I felt out of place. I shouldn't have come, this is all so strange. Why did they even let me in?

The silky cloth covering the table, the pearly white plates, different kind of spoons and forks- I didn’t even know why there were so many types of crockery and what they were for.

A moment later, a waiter in formal clothes and shiny shoes stopped in front of my table. I looked up at him, wondering what he was doing. Was he going to offer me the menu maybe?

He did, he took out the menu book which seemed to be really heavy and gently placed it in front of me. The first thing I noticed was the price.

My eyes almost went out of their sockets looking at the numbers there.

That would be sufficient to buy a truck of milk! Or even the cow! Okay, maybe not, but...

I gulped and looked over to the waiter. He stared back with a confused face, before suddenly widening his eyes, as if he’d remembered something.

"Are you, by any chance, Ms. Fletcher?" he asked.

I nodded. How does he know?

The waiter sighed in relief and took out something from his pocket. A familiar envelope. He put it in front of me, "All your orders will be on us. Call me if you're ready to order," he smiled and left.

And once again I was dumbfounded. What just happened?

I picked up the envelope carefully, grazing my fingers gently over the embossed symbol that I had seen on the previous envelope as well. I then took out the paper from inside it, feeling the texture of it. Opening it carefully, I read the black ink on the paper.

"Order the star," I voiced the curved writing on paper. What does it mean? Order a star? Like, the star above our heads in the sky? 

I looked around me, maybe it was just a clue and maybe I should figure it out. But I got nothing. 

After 15 minutes, I decided to go with the only idea in my mind even though it seemed like a ridiculous idea.

I raised my hand to call one of the waiters and the same one came to me. 

"Yes, may I help you?" he politely asked. 

I hesitated but finally blurted it out, now or never. "Astarplease." 

"Pardon?"

I sighed slowly, "I'm ordering... a star."

A mischievous smile appeared on the waiter's lips. "Welcome to the game, Ms. Robin Fletcher."

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