A FEW HOURS into her shift, the bell above the Scoops Ahoy door dinged, signalling another customer. But when Robin looked up, the customer was Nancy, looking as perfect as ever.

"Nancy?" The name came out as a question. Robin came out from behind the counter to greet her while Steve stayed back and handled the register, his eyes watching them discreetly.

"Hey," Nancy smiled. "I wanted to come see you."

Does she remember last night? Robin chewed on her lower lip, afraid to voice her thoughts. She was glad to see Nancy, of course, but the thought of her not remembering anything from the night before made her anxious. Maybe it was a good thing she didn't remember anything that happened. That meant she didn't remember Robin confessing her own feelings and she didn't make a fool out of herself in front of her. It hurt, but perhaps it was for the best.

"You look good," Robin commented, her eyes looking Nancy up and down. The curly haired girl was dressed in a white blouse with skinny jeans and flats on her feet. She could make the most simplest things look remarkable.

"Thanks," Nancy brushed a curl behind her ear. "I took the aspirin you left me and it did wonders for my hangover. I don't even remember how much I drank last night. I don't usually drink that much."

"You drank a lot," Robin laughed, glancing around the ice cream shop. There were only two customers on opposite ends of the shop enjoying their ice creams, but the place felt suffocating.

"Oh god," Nancy groaned, slapping a hand against her forehead. "Did I do anything stupid? I genuinely don't remember anything that happened last night. Besides drinking, of course."

Robin's heart dropped to her stomach. So Nancy didn't remember anything, nothing at all. Not her confession. Maybe it wasn't even real. Maybe it was just Drunk Nancy saying things that weren't true because she didn't have a grip on her mind. She didn't mean any of what she said and Robin was an idiot for thinking she did.

"Uh, not really," Robin muttered, avoiding eye contact with Nancy. "We hung out and talked, but you didn't do anything embarrassing."

Nancy's head tilted to the side. "What did we talk about?"

"Oh, y'know, stuff," Robin didn't elaborate. She wasn't about to expose the truth. "Regular stuff. Nothing important. Um, did you need anything? Because if not I should probably get back to work."

Nancy stared at her, reading her like a book. Robin was never good at concealing her emotions. If she felt some kind of way, it would show on her face. If she was happy or angry or upset, anyone would be able to tell. It was one of the things she hated about herself.

"Robin, are you okay?" Nancy asked in concern, her brows furrowed. "Is something wrong?"

"I'm fine, totally fine, nothing's wrong," Robin rambled, flinging her hands in the air. "I feel great, actually. Totally wonderful."

Nancy's lips pressed together. "You're lying."

"Am not."

"You are. I can tell by your face and your rambling."

"I ramble no matter what," Robin mumbled. She didn't correct Nancy. There was no point in doing so— Nancy wasn't going to believe her.

"If I did something last night, please tell me," Nancy pleaded, her voice soft. "I can't apologize if I don't know what I did wrong."

Robin swallowed, glancing back at the counter where Steve stood watching them. He immediately looked away and ran a hand through his hair, acting as if he was paying them no attention. Robin sighed and turned back to Nancy.

"Let's go somewhere to talk."

"Sure, we can go to my car," Nancy offered.

Robin nodded and went to tell Steve to take care of the register and she'd be back in a minute. Afterwards she followed Nancy outside of the mall and towards her car, both of them getting inside and shutting the doors at the same time.

"So, what did I do last night?" Nancy questioned, glancing at Robin worriedly.

Robin toyed with her fingers, unable to sit still. She didn't know how to explain what happened the night before. She wasn't even sure she wanted to tell Nancy, but she knew she deserved to know what her drunk self did that night. It wasn't fair to keep that a secret from her.

"I didn't see you at first," Robin started, her eyes remaining on her lap as she spoke. "A girl, Vickie, invited me to the party so I went and hung around with her for a while. I didn't even know you were at the party until you came over to us, all drunk and wobbly. Vickie and I had been dancing and you asked to cut in, making Vickie leave."

Nancy nodded slowly. "And then what?"

"And then you started talking," Robin continued. "You started rambling like I do, saying that you didn't want me to date Vickie. I didn't see why you cared, honestly, so I asked why you didn't want me to date her."

Robin paused, making Nancy look at her. "And what did I say?"

Robin inhaled, turning her attention to the window. She didn't want to see the look on Nancy's face when she answered. "You said because I should date you instead."

The car was silent. Too silent. It made Robin more anxious than she was before. She had to look over at Nancy, afraid yet curious at the same time to see how she felt. Robin couldn't tell because Nancy's face was vacant of emotion. Even her eyes were blank.

"Nancy?"

Nancy blinked, shifting in her seat. "Oh."

She didn't say more than that, so Robin urged her along. "You don't remember saying that? At all?"

Nancy rubbed her forehead, mumbling, "no I don't. Everything's a blur."

"Oh."

It was awkward, neither girls saying anything. Robin figured it was probably a good time to get out of Nancy's car and go back inside the mall, so she reached for the door handle and pushed the door open.

But before she could step out, Nancy grabbed ahold of her arm and pulled her inside, abruptly smashing her lips against Robin's.

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a/n - the moment you've all been waiting for, 18 chapters later