Thanks to Imagine_OQ on twitter for the prompt!
Imagine fangirl Regina is obsessed with pop star Robin. She collects all his merchandise & finally gets to meet him.
Promposal
Regina Mills was bent over her cell phone at lunch, the outside eating area the one place students were allowed to use them. She frowned as she scrolled through her Twitter feed, confused by all the activity her account was suddenly experiencing. People she had never heard of were filling her notifications, retweeting some link that was also tagged with global popstar Robin Locksley's twitter handle.
"What's so interesting?" Mary Margaret Blanchard, one of her best friends, asked as she sat down with her boyfriend David Nolan.
"I seem to be trending," Regina replied, holding up her phone. "And I have no idea why anyone would care about me. Or keep tagging Robin Locksley."
Mary Margaret began to squirm as their other friends, Emma Swan and Ruby Lucas, bounded up to the table. Emma's boyfriend Killian Jones followed behind them, chatting with Ruby's girlfriend Dorothy Gale. They all took their seats as Mary Margaret gave them wide-eyed looks which did not escape Regina's notice. Annoyed, she asked: "What do you know about this?"
"Don't get mad," Mary Margaret started.
Regina frowned. "That's not a promising start."
Emma leaned forward, her voice in a placating tone. "We know things have been rough for you this past year losing Daniel. I know it was different for you, but we do understand your pain. He was our friend. And we know he wouldn't want you to miss the prom just because he can't be here to take you."
"I'm not going to the prom alone," she replied. "I won't be the girl whose boyfriend died so she had to go the prom alone."
"What if you went with someone though?" Emma pressed. "Like Robin Locksley?"
Regina's heart stopped at that. She idolized Robin. He and his band, the Merry Men, had been burning up the charts and Robin's face was on every magazine. Regina had his posters hanging on her bedroom walls and she followed him everywhere he had a social media account. His music had gotten her through the difficult months following Daniel's death and she had once tweeted that to Robin.
It was ignored.
Which made her wonder one thing: "And why would Robin Locksley even consider taking me to prom?"
All her friends exchanged looks and Dorothy sighed. "You need to show it to her, you guys."
"Show what to me?" Regina asked, voice hard.
Emma pulled something up on her phone and slid it over to Regina to watch. It was a YouTube video starring Mary Margaret, Ruby and Emma entitled "Promposal to Robin Locksley." Regina hit the play button and it began.
"Hi, my name is Mary Margaret and these are my friends Ruby and Emma," Mary Margaret started as the other two waved at the camera. Regina recognized the pastel pink walls of Mary Margaret's room. "This video is a message to Robin Locksley on behalf of our friend, Regina Mills."
Ruby spoke next. "She doesn't know we're making this video. And we hope she doesn't kill us when she finds out."
She was.
"This is Regina," Emma said as Regina's senior picture popped up. "And this is Regina with her boyfriend Daniel."
Regina's heart constricted as a picture of her wrapped around her boyfriend, Daniel, popped up. She remembered when they took that picture—it was at Emma's birthday party right before Daniel died. Everyone had been hanging around Killian's house, laughing and playing games. Mary Margaret had insisted all the couples pose for pictures and Regina was happy to oblige. She rested her cheek against his hair and they both smiled at the camera, looking so happy.
It wasn't fair.
Emma continued speaking on the video. "Daniel died last year, killed by a drunk driver. Regina was devastated and she withdrew from us for a bit. But she's been coming back slowly, coming out with us more and more as well as resuming her extracurricular activities, like the debate team."
"But she has decided not to come to prom because she doesn't have a date,"Ruby said.
Mary Margaret took over. "She's your biggest fan. She knows every word to every song, has read and seen every interview you've ever given, has all your posters...We were hoping that since Daniel can't be here to escort her to prom, she would still come if escorted by her idol...you."
"So please, Robin, please take our friend to prom," Emma pleaded. "She deserves to have some fun after the year she's had."
"We're now asking the internet to help us make sure he sees this. Tweet it, share it, whatever you have to do, please. Let's get Robin Locksley to take our friend to prom!" Ruby exclaimed.
The video ended and Regina wanted to ream her friends out, but something caught her attention. "There's a reply video," she said, eyes widening when she saw Robin's smiling face in the thumbnail.
"Click it!" Emma said, bouncing in her seat. "Let's see what it says!"
Her heart pounding, Regina clicked the link as her friends gathered around her. Even before the video played, she could see Robin Locksley's handsome face on the screen. His blond hair was gelled to perfection, though one lock still fell across his forehead, and his blue eyes sparkled.
"Hello, Regina's friends. I hope she doesn't kill you but rather realizes how amazing you lot are," he said, British accent washing over her. "She must be someone special for you to do all of this for her.
"So I would be honored to escort your friend to your prom. Let her know so it's not also a surprise when I show up on her doorstep, yeah? And my management team will contact one of you to get more details. Until then, Regina." He winked as he created a heart with his hands, like he did at the end of all his public appearances.
She struggled to catch her breath as it sunk in.
Robin Locksley was taking her to prom.
She was going to meet Robin.
"I need to find a dress!" she exclaimed, dropping the phone onto the table. Robin's face stared up her, frozen in a wide smile with his hands still making a heart.
Regina smoothed down her red satin strapless fit and flare prom dress as her mother clasped a ruby necklace around her neck. "I still can't believe you're going to prom with a pop star, of all people, Regina. Why not that nice Sidney from down the block? He's back from college."
"Sidney's a creep," she replied, sitting down to do her makeup. "Emma caught him peeking in her window while she was undressing a few times."
"Well, Emma should've closed her blinds." Cora moved away as Regina rolled her eyes.
She turned to face her mother. "You just like Sidney because his family has money."
"We have money, Regina. Birds of a feather." Her mother handed her her matching red clutch.
Regina stared at her mother. "Robin has money. He's a pop star."
"That type of money is temporary. His career tanks, he makes a bad investment, and it's gone like that." Cora snapped her fingers.
Henry, her father, had often explained that all money was like that but Cora seemed to be a firm believer in "old money" earned through business. But there was one other important thing Regina focused on now: "I don't know why we're talking about this. Robin is taking me to prom, not marrying me."
"Thankfully," Cora muttered.
The doorbell echoed around the house and Regina's heart sped up. "He's here!"
"Don't rush down there," Cora instructed her. "You don't want to appear to be too eager."
Regina rolled her eyes again, counting the days until she moved to NYU in the fall and got far away from Cora Mills. "How long should I wait, Mother?"
"I'll let you know when you should go down." Cora patted her hand. "Besides, you still need to put on your lipstick. But not that ungodly red color. Something understated."
Regina put on the bright red lipstick anyway. It went best with her dress and spited her mother at the same time.
After what seemed like an eternity, Cora let Regina go downstairs to finally come face to face with Robin Locksley, the man who gave her butterflies every time he sang, spoke or smiled. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and her stomach was twisted up in knots with each step. She took a deep breath as she hit the landing, looking around for Robin.
"There's my princess." Her father, Henry, emerged from the living room. He held out his hands to her, tears in his eyes. "You look beautiful."
"Daddy." She grinned, hugging him.
He pulled away. "Well, I've thoroughly vetted your date for this evening and feel confident sending you with him."
"You what?" She grew nervous. "Is Robin in there?"
Henry stepped aside, revealing Robin Locksley standing in the entrance to her living room. His dark blond hair was gelled back and he looked drop dead gorgeous in his tuxedo with a red vest to match her dress. One of his assistants had requested a picture of Regina's dress in order to dress him accordingly, Ruby had explained a few weeks ago when she snapped the picture.
With blue eyes fixed on her, Robin stepped forward with a dazzling smile and one arm behind his back. "It's so nice to meet you at last, Regina."
She knew she should say something but her tongue felt like cotton and her mind was unable to work hearing that British accent in person. Cora sighed and rolled her eyes. "Don't stand there like an idiot, Regina. Thank him for doing this. He's a very busy man."
"Oh, no. Don't guilt her," he replied, glaring at her mother before looking back to her. "I want to do this. You deserve to have fun, Regina."
"Thank you," she whispered, still amazed she was only feet away from Robin Locksley.
He smiled before biting his lip, sending the familiar butterflies aloft in her stomach, and holding out a beautiful red rose corsage. "For you, milady."
She held out her arm and he slid it on her arm. Regina smiled at it. "It's beautiful."
"You're beautiful," he said. "No one is going to notice me."
"I doubt it. You're Robin Locksley," she said, feeling her cheeks heat up as she lowered her eyes.
"I hate to break this up, but we don't have much time. I want to get some pictures and you don't want to be late meeting everyone," Henry said, holding up his camera.
A petite woman sped out of the kitchen, coming to a stop next to Regina's father. She had blonde hair pulled into a bun atop her head and wore a green shirt over jeans and boots.
"Sorry," she said, holding up her camera. "I'm all ready to take pictures."
Her accent was different than Robin's but Regina wasn't able to place it. She also knew Robin had no siblings, so who was this person? Why was she taking pictures?
"This is my assistant, who goes by Tink," Robin explained, motioning to the woman.
She waved. "I'm just here to take the pictures. Then I'll be out of your hair. Promise. By the way, you look absolutely gorgeous."
"Thank you," Regina said, smoothing down her skirt.
Cora nodded as she tilted her head, taking the two in. "They do make a beautiful couple. The media is going to eat them up."
As Regina marveled at her mother's change in tone, Robin frowned. "I didn't do this as some publicity stunt. I really wanted to take Regina to the prom so she could have a good time with her friends."
His words and sincerity touched Regina and she felt her stomach flip again as her heart fluttered. She was certainly a lucky girl, even if just for this night.
"But you are going to release some pictures," Cora said. Regina could see the wheels spinning in her mother's mind and feared whatever it was she planning.
Tink stepped in. "We'll probably release one with a press release tomorrow. Regina was trending and a lot of people shared her video. Naturally they want to know how the prom went."
"We can focus on that later," Henry said. "For now, let's get some pictures and then take these two to meet the limo."
Henry drove them all to Mary Margaret's house, where they had agreed to assemble and meet the limo that would take them to prom. Regina sat next to Robin, unable to say anything to him. For his part, he just sat there with his arm around her shoulders while he watched her town pass them by.
"You have a lovely little town here," he said. "It seems like something out of an old TV show."
"Where did you grow up, Robin?" Henry asked.
"Nottingham," Regina answered absentmindedly, "with his mother and father. He's an only child."
There was a pregnant pause and when she saw Robin's amused smile, she realized what she had said. Her cheeks burned and she cleared her throat. "Sorry. You must think I'm a stalker or something."
"Of course not. All that information is out there. I'd expect any fan to know it," he replied. He crinkled his nose. "It just still astonishes me that anyone would care to know that about me."
"You're amazing," she told him. "Your music and your lyrics...I know you write them and the emotion you put into them...You're a genius."
Tink groaned from the backseat. "Please. His head is big enough."
"Don't listen to her," Robin replied, smiling as he leaned closer to Regina. "Go on."
She chuckled until her mother spoke up. "I think my daughter's hero worship may have blinded her. I doubt pop songs are considered genius."
"Cora," Henry warned.
As her mother rolled her eyes, Regina frowned. "The songs are beautiful and the lyrics really speak to me. Especially Beautiful Soul. I listened to that a lot after losing Daniel."
She grew quiet and was surprised when Robin took her hand. "I'm sorry for your loss," he whispered.
"I tweeted you," she whispered, unable to hold it back. "I told you how much that song meant to me after his death. You probably never saw it."
He frowned, glancing back at Tink. She leaned forward. "I generally manage Robin's social media. And there are a lot of things tweeted to him on a daily basis. We also don't see everything."
"That's okay," she replied, looking away.
"No, it's not," he replied, squeezing her hand. "I wish I had seen that tweet. It sounds like you needed some support."
"She had plenty of support," Cora snapped.
Regina frowned. In some ways, her mother was right. Her father and her friends rallied around her to help her with her grief. Cora, though, had thought a few days was long enough for Regina's "carrying on" and that she should stop it after that.
"We're here," Henry said, parking the car as the air grew thick with tension.
Unbuckling, Regina went to open the door but Robin stopped her. "Wait. I'll help you out," he said with a smile.
He opened his door and hopped out. Tink leaned forward. "He really is a gentleman. And is really excited about this."
"Why?" Regina asked. "I'm sure he has better things to do than escort me to the prom."
"There are a few things about Robin we've been able to keep out of the press," Tink replied, cryptically.
Before Regina could ask her for more information, the door slid open and Robin was holding out his hand to her. "Milady?"
She took his hand, enjoying how strong and warm it was, and let him help her out of the van. People had gathered by the Blanchard residence and the girls started to scream as Robin walked her to the front door. He gave them a quick wave but didn't go over to speak to them, remaining by her side.
"You can go say hi, if you want," she said, knowing how Robin loved his fans.
He shook his head, lacing their fingers together. "I'm here to be your date, so you will be my main focus."
Regina's heart skipped a few beats and she smiled as Eva Blanchard opened the door. "Oh, Regina, you look beautiful."
"Thank you, Mrs. Blanchard," she said. "Is everyone else here?"
"Yes, they are in the living room. We've just been waiting on you and Robin." Eva ushered them inside, clucking over them like a mother hen.
Everyone stood when Regina and Robin entered, still hand-in-hand. She surveyed her friends, admiring everyone's dresses. Mary Margaret looked like a princess in a pink ball gown with a floral pattern on the bodice. It had cap sleeves made of lace and a sweetheart neckline. She wore a diamond necklace and matching earrings, as well as a jewel encrusted Alice band in her brown hair. It fell in soft curls around her face.
Beside Mary Margaret, Emma wore a strapless white sheath gown. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail and curled. Across the room, Ruby wore a red and black high-low gown with a corset bodice while Dorothy wore a strapless blue satin gown. Both had pinned their dark hair up, though Ruby had added some red streaks to her hair.
"The administration is going to kill you when they see your hair," Regina told her.
Ruby shrugged. "They've let others dye their hair for prom. Just as long as it's gone by Monday."
Mary Margaret was bouncing, eyes shining. "I can't believe it worked! Robin Locksley is here escorting you to prom!"
"It's so nice to meet you," Robin said, releasing Regina's hand. She missed the warmth immediately.
"Us? Really?" Mary Margaret seemed flustered.
He nodded. "I value true friendship. And it's clear Regina has it in all of you."
"He's going to make Mary Margaret cry and then we'll have to do her makeup all over again," Ruby grumbled.
Mary Margaret glared at her. "Shut up."
Robin chuckled, heading over to meet David and Killian while the girls crowded around Regina. Emma smiled, eyes bright as she asked: "So? What's he like?"
"We haven't really spent much time alone," Regina admitted. "But he seems nice. A true gentleman."
"Nice? That's all?" Mary Margaret sounded disappointed. Regina wondered what she had expected to happen.
Eva came in. "Time for pictures! You don't want to be late to the prom."
Robin took Regina's hand again, smiling. "You ready for your close up?"
"Did you really just say that?" She raised an eyebrow.
He chuckled and Tink rolled her eyes. "Get used to it. He's a walking cliché and proud of it. Now come on! I want to get pictures of you two!"
They trooped outside to take pictures on the Blanchard's massive lawn. At first, they decided to get creative as they posed in the gazebo. Regina sat on the bench, crossing her legs with Emma as Killian and Robin stood outside the gazebo with David.
After a few more silly pictures, they then posed for the standard prom shots. Everyone lined up in pairs and Robin wrapped his arms around Regina, holding her close. "Is this okay?" he asked in a whisper.
"Yes," she said, growing a bit dizzy as he got closer. He smelled of pine and other woodsy scents, which seemed fitting for him. Regina liked it.
As the adults took their pictures, Regina grew more comfortable in Robin's strong arms. For a few minutes, she allowed herself to believe they were more than pop star and fan and their relationship would last past this one night.
Soon, though, the pictures were done. Hugs were exchanged before the teens climbed into the limo. Robin sat right next to Regina, his leg brushing against her as he rested his arm behind her.
The limo pulled away and Emma held up her arms. "Prom, here we come!" she yelled. Everyone cheered.
Naturally, her classmates wanted pictures with Robin. He agreed to do a half-hour only. "I'm here with Regina and I plan to be a proper date," he told them over their disappointed sighs.
It touched Regina.
While Robin posed, Regina spent time with her friends from the debate team. Kathryn Midas gave her a big hug when she saw her. "I'm so glad you decided to come. Prom wouldn't be the same without you."
"I'm glad I came too," she said, taking in the whole room.
Prom was held in the ballroom of the fanciest hotel in Storybrooke and the decorating committee, headed by Mary Margaret, had done a great job. Their theme was "Dreams Come True" and somehow that had translated into a gold and white color scheme. Balloons floated overhead and Regina was pretty sure those were going to shower down on them by the end of the night.
Several round tables were set up around the dance floor and were covered in gold and white tablecloths. "Are the plates and silverware gold?" Regina asked, scrunching her nose.
"Painted," Kathryn replied. "Imagine eating off real gold plates?"
Regina laughed but it died as the football team approached her, led by Kathryn's boyfriend, Frederick. He had also been Daniel's best friend. They had played together since the Pee-Wee league and had been just as hard by Daniel's death as she had been.
"Hello, Regina," he said as he took Kathryn's hand. His eyes flickered over to Robin, who still had a line of people waiting to take a picture with him. "Your date is quite the hit."
"He's a big pop star, of course he's a hit," she replied, stomach in knots. She was getting the feeling he wasn't thrilled she came with someone else, especially someone like Robin.
Kathryn felt it too since she frowned as she hooked her arm with Regina's. "I think it's great that Regina is here at all. Who cares who she came with?"
"I guess," Frederick mumbled, averting his eyes.
But his girlfriend wasn't done. She poked his chest. "And you know Daniel would want her to be here and to be happy. She's allowed to see other people. She's not a widow."
"I miss Daniel," Regina assured him. "I miss him every day. And I'll probably always miss him. But I can't stop my life because he's gone."
For the first time since the accident, she finally believed those words. She believed she deserved to keep living and that it would be what Daniel wanted. It gave her confidence and she held her head high.
"Look," she continued, "I don't expect anything to happen between me and Robin tonight. He's just being my date because he feels bad and wants me to have a good time. And this is positive publicity for him. I'm just going to have fun with my classmates before we graduate. And that includes you."
Frederick nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry, Regina. I hope you have a good time."
"You too," Regina said before excusing herself with a hug from Kathryn.
She approached her table just as Robin finished his pictures. He smiled at her. "Sorry about that, lovely. But I'm all yours now."
"It's okay," she said as her face flushed again. She wished her hair wasn't pulled up into a curly bun so she could use it to shield her face. "I get it."
"I'm here for you," he stressed, gently gripping her arms and slouching to look her in the eyes.
They were even bluer in person.
Her heart skipped a beat as she smiled. "Thank you. But you might not be saying that when you see me dance."
"You've seen my music videos," he replied. "Dancing is definitely not my strong suit. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about."
By the time the prom was in full swing, Regina was having the time of her life. Robin had been right that he wasn't some professional dancer. In fact, their talent levels were about the same. So she relaxed and just let the music move her, dancing with her pop star date.
Her favorite moments, though, were when they slowed dance. Robin held her close and she rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying his woodsy scent and just being with him. They swayed in time to the music and a few times, she thought he had dropped kisses into her hair.
Of course, it was probably all in her imagination.
The music died down as the DJ took the mic. "All right, party people, I need you to take your seats for a bit. We have some presentations to do!"
Robin's hand found hers again as they returned to their table. Emma fanned herself with the program. "I needed this break."
"My feet are killing me," Ruby said, groaning. "I'm taking my shoes off when the dancing resumes. I don't care what the teachers say."
Dorothy shook her head. "I told you to get comfortable shoes. You refused to listen."
Ruby's retort died away as Dr. Hopper, the principal, took the mic. "Can I have silence please?"
As the low hum was replaced by shushes and then silence, he nodded, the glare from the spotlight bouncing off his glasses. "Thank you. Now, this is a celebration of you as a class before the craziness of finals and preparation for graduate. So enjoy these moments. Cherish them and each other. You are a great group of kids and Storybrooke Academy is proud to call you ours."
"He's getting sentimental again," Killian muttered. "Who wants to place bets on when he'll start crying?"
"We put together a video montage. My bets are during it," Dorothy whispered.
Dr. Hopper started talking again as he opened an envelope: "It's my pleasure to crown your prom king and queen. You all cast your votes and your winners are...David Nolan and Mary Margaret Blanchard!"
They gasped as everyone at their table began clapping and cheered, even Robin. Emma and Killian hauled their friends to their feet. "Go and get your crowns!" Killian told them, pushing them forward.
David led Mary Margaret up to where Dr. Hopper and Vice Principal Blue stood waiting to crown them. Everyone continued to root for them as the DJ started up the music again. "Time for a royal dance," he said. "Storybrooke Academy Class of 2016, your Prom King and Queen!"
Regina watched her friends share their dance, both grinning the entire time. "I'm so happy for them," she said.
"They deserve it," Dorothy agreed. "They're the best couple in school."
The song ended and David returned to the table with Mary Margaret. Both were smiling wide as they sat down again, crowns still in place.
Dr. Hopper stepped up again. "Okay, okay. Now, the prom committee has put together a little video to celebrate all of you. Please enjoy!"
As the lights in the ballroom dimmed, the giant screen behind the DJ flickered to life. Pictures from their time at Storybrooke Academy flashed on the screen as the DJ played the set requested by the committee. Some of the pictures went back to their elementary school days and a picture of little Regina, Mary Margaret and Emma as flowers in the school play made the trio chuckle.
Pictures of Daniel were mixed in and she found herself tearing up, but they were happy tears. These were good memories and didn't hurt as much. She was healing.
The montage ended but the lights remained dimmed. Dr. Hopper's voice echoed through the ballroom. "We have one more video-a tribute to a lost friend."
Regina froze as Daniel's handsome face-light brown hair, blue eyes, warm smile-filled the screen. The song they had played at his funeral and memorial service played, bringing all the grief back.
"Oh god," Dorothy breathed. She turned to Regina, wide-eyed. "I didn't know about this. I swear to God, Regina. I would've warned you."
It felt like all the air had left the room and the temperature had risen several degrees. She lifted her skirt as she stood, running from the ballroom and to the terrace that over looked the Storybrooke forest.
Lights were strung up around the trees on the terrace and a soft light from lamps illuminated the area. The cool evening air felt refreshing against her heated skin and she took a deep breath of it. She wandered over to one of the iron tables and sat down, staring at nothing as she waited for the tears to come.
Every time she thought she was finally moving on, when she thought it didn't hurt as much, something would happen to bring it all back. Was this how she was going to spend the rest of her life? Would she ever be allowed to move on?
"I've brought you some water," Robin said, approaching her. He held up a rectangular packet. "And some tissues."
"Thank you," she said, taking the tissues. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you didn't sign up to escort a mess of a teenage girl."
"No. I signed up to escort you." He sat down, thinking about something. "I've never told anyone this in any interview, but I wrote 'Beautiful Soul' for someone."
She dabbed her eyes. "Really? Who?"
"My girlfriend, Marian," he replied.
Girlfriend. Of course he had a girlfriend. He was attractive, kind, funny, talented and so many more things anyone would want. Regina hadn't expected him to fall for her while at the prom (though maybe a part of her had hoped it) but it still hurt to know he had a girlfriend.
"And she's okay with you escorting some strange teenage fan to her prom?" Regina asked.
"She died," he said softly. "She got sick and faded before my eyes. There was nothing I could do but write her a song. I even sang it at her funeral. Or tried to. My bandmate Will had to finish it for me."
A lump formed in Regina's throat as she took in the pain in his eyes. He certainly knew what she was going through, she realized as she laid her hand on his arm. "I'm sorry."
He nodded. "Thank you."
"Is...Is that why you really wanted to take me to the prom?" she asked. "Because you also lost someone you loved?"
"Yes," he replied. "I thought you were a kindred spirit. I was right."
She smiled. "Really? I didn't think you got to know me tonight."
"I've started to." He pulled something out of a pocket and handed it to her. "That's my personal cell phone number. I'm trusting you with it."
"You're okay with me calling you?" she asked, surprised. She had expected a hug and maybe a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night and then nothing else.
He nodded. "I've enjoyed my time with you so far, Regina, and I want to get to know you better. And I know what you're going through. So don't hesitate to call me."
Regina leaned over, kissing his cheek. "Thank you. For everything. You've been the best prom date ever."
"Glad to hear it." He bit his lip before standing, holding out his hand to her. "You ready to rejoin the party?"
She took his hand, nodding. He laced their fingers together and led her back inside, where a ballad was playing. They didn't stop until they reached the dancefloor and he pulled her close. Regina rested her head on his shoulder as they swayed to the music.
As the song played on, she wasn't sure what she had expected to happen that night. But her burgeoning friendship with Robin Locksley was a pleasant surprise. She couldn't wait to see where it led.
To be continued in Part 2…