eternitarian
perfect
Having dazed off for a little bit, something that she was notorious for, Robin only realized she had been spoken to once the other had walked away. Heat rushed to her cheeks, tainting them with a pink shade, and she felt her heart beat pick up its pace, just a little bit. Instead of answering his question out loud, she answered it to herself. Honestly, she really did like this weather, despite his sarcastic tone. It was calming, not too hot, maybe just a little bit too cold, but that was okay. When it's too hot outside, there's only so much you can take off before it becomes illegal. When it's too cold outside, you can always put on more layers. A simple solution, really, but many people didn't see it like that.
A repeating, "Ma'am? Ma'am, your order is ready," pulled her away from her thoughts, and the blush once again returned, though this time it was a bit more profound. Taking the beverage and offering a quiet, "Thank you," she moved to sit down. Her attention, however, wasn't focused on the hot chocolate, rather the bit of conversation going on just a little ways away. The area was rather populated, much more than she might have liked, and although Robin would love to join in on a conversation with someone, it seemed that every time the chance came up, it slipped through her fingers. This was her own fault, yes, and she should have known better, but sometimes she felt like she couldn't help it. Her imagination was too big to ignore, especially for something like small talk with a stranger. But still…
Thunder crashing in the distance became audible from outside, and it caused her to flinch, though she quickly processed just what it was. Unfortunately, that probably meant that the rain had picked up, and that wouldn't be a great way to get home. Maybe she could have a friend drive her? Shaking her head lightly, she brought the cup to her lips, tilting it back just enough for a dribble of the liquid to coat her tongue, and it instantly warmed her, causing small bumps to rise up on the back of her neck. The contrasting temperature was astounding.
A repeating, "Ma'am? Ma'am, your order is ready," pulled her away from her thoughts, and the blush once again returned, though this time it was a bit more profound. Taking the beverage and offering a quiet, "Thank you," she moved to sit down. Her attention, however, wasn't focused on the hot chocolate, rather the bit of conversation going on just a little ways away. The area was rather populated, much more than she might have liked, and although Robin would love to join in on a conversation with someone, it seemed that every time the chance came up, it slipped through her fingers. This was her own fault, yes, and she should have known better, but sometimes she felt like she couldn't help it. Her imagination was too big to ignore, especially for something like small talk with a stranger. But still…
Thunder crashing in the distance became audible from outside, and it caused her to flinch, though she quickly processed just what it was. Unfortunately, that probably meant that the rain had picked up, and that wouldn't be a great way to get home. Maybe she could have a friend drive her? Shaking her head lightly, she brought the cup to her lips, tilting it back just enough for a dribble of the liquid to coat her tongue, and it instantly warmed her, causing small bumps to rise up on the back of her neck. The contrasting temperature was astounding.