open to anyone (anywhere suitable at the locals' week event at the santa monica pier).
"i just think you're, you know... okay, you know you're a very beautiful girl. you don't need me to tell you that. but that's not why i like you. i mean, you're just..." robin sighs as he looks down, carrying a bouquet of flowers. "i like talking to you, and i feel a connection, honestly. i feel like this could really be something... maybe, but also, we can take things super slow..."
his little soliloquy is interrupted by a text from the young woman that's been occupying his thoughts. sorry, she's written. i don't think i can make it to locals' week there. btw, you're sweet, but tbh i realized i just can't do long-distance. los angeles is just sooo far from me. amping ♡ and have a fun week! robin's face falls, and even moreso when he realizes he's been blabbering in the presence of someone else. "um, how much of that did you hear?" he asks sheepishly, feeling an ungodly mix of heartbreak and embarrassment. "i was just... i was, ummm, practicing lines... for an audition." as discreetly as he can (not that discreetly), he tosses the bouquet to the side.
