Hi guys! Quite the long chapter for you today! Now that all introductions have been made, it's time to start diving down into the nitty gritty and building the story behind this story. That being said, I hope you all enjoy this update as our characters get to know a little more about one another! Thank you so much for your wonderful reviews! They touch me in so many ways and inspire me to keep writing! Keep them coming!

"So what are we having?" Reya pipes cheerfully, moving to hoist herself up onto the edge of the counter in the kitchen. Robin raises his brow, once again taken aback by her boldness.

"Well, I don't know," he replies with a shrug. "I wasn't really planning on having any company."

"What do you usually eat, then?" Reya inquires.

Again, Robin shrugs. "Fish," he answers with a small smirk.

"Figures, since you are a fisherman," remarks the young girl.

"That is very true. But it's also a healthy food to eat—good for your brain."

Reya chuckles. "I sure hope it can help with memory," she states.

"I'm just going to put it out there: I hate fish," Regina interrupts, gazing up at Reya and Robin from her cellphone.

Robin raises a brow, deciding it best he hold his tongue against her disparaging remark. Yet, he can't quite bring himself to simply dismiss such a remark that he deems to be a direct attack on the entire premise of this island, never mind on his own soul. "You don't like fish," he repeats, lowering his voice.

"No, I don't," comes the perverse reply.

"Any type of fish?"

"Nope."

"Sea bass?"

"No."

"Salmon?"

"Nu-uh."

"Scup?"

"No!"

"Cod?"

"Hell no!"

"Swordfish, trout, flounder, tuna?"

"I said no!"

"Tautog?"

"I don't even know what the hell that is!"

"How can you live on this island and not like fish?!" Robin explodes, "That's practically the staple food of Martha's Vineyard! Everybody here likes fish."

"Well, congratulations. You just found yourself a rebel."

Robin shakes his head in disbelief, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. Regina finds herself smirking deviously.

"Then what do you suggest we have for dinner?" he sighs exasperatedly.

Regina shrugs. Her dark eyes pierce his once more, sending chills down the man's spine. "Anything but fish," she answers simply.

"Yeah. I know. I got that," the man snaps.

"What about pizza? Or Chinese?" Reya desperately suggests.

Both adults shrug.

"Well, I suppose I could go for a pizza," Regina relents.

Robin nods. "I haven't had one in quite some time," he adds.

"Yeah, because all you eat is fish. We know. We get it," Regina shoots back.

Robin rolls his eyes, while Reya heaves a sigh. She wasn't wrong when she knew this would most definitely take some time.

"If you guys are done, can we order pizza now?" the young brunette asks impatiently.

Robin sighs, nodding before moving to pick up his cellphone. "What kind?" he asks, opening the device.

"Hawaiian," Regina states.

"Cheese," Reya counters.

"Hawaiian?" Robin echoes.

The man's eyes widen yet again. "Who likes pineapple on their pizza?!" he exclaims.

"The adventurous kind," Regina retorts, lifting her chin.

"Says you while you won't even eat fish!"

"Guys! Seriously! Come on!" Reya interrupts exasperatedly, " Are you seriously going to keep fighting over everything?"

"He started it," Regina huffs, shaking her head. "But it doesn't matter. I want Hawaiian."

"Well, I don't," Robin says.

"How about half Hawaiian, half cheese?" Reya compromises, seriously wondering how in the world she'd suddenly stepped into the role of the parent. For that's what it certainly feels like.

Robin glances at Regina. A smirk plays on his lips, at which the brunette simply glares. "Fine," they both reply in unison.

"Hallelujah," Reya says with a roll of her eyes as she looks to Robin, who dials the number of the closest pizza restaurant.

She hopes that both her parents would quit their bickering for the remainder of the dinner. And they do—however for the exchange of something even worse. For once the pizza arrives, and everyone sits around the kitchen table, the air turns frigid as all persons remain aloof; chewing on their respective slices in silence. Eye contact becomes practically nonexistent. And silence is far too loud for comfort.

Desperately, Robin tries to think of a topic to break the ice. Yet, all hopes of starting up any type of conversation are shot down by a simple glance at the older brunette sitting across from him, whose body language blatantly indicates that, again, she would rather be anywhere than here.

Beside her, Reya squirms uncomfortably, remaining uncharacteristically silent as she she eats, waiting desperately for someone to make the first move. In her heart, she worries that perhaps she shouldn't have told both her cursed parents that they were together before this mess had started. She should have known that they'd have anything but harbored feelings of mutual attraction. Perhaps, she should have let them fall back in love on their own. But then, maybe Reya had done the right thing. For if—no—when Regina and Robin fall back in love, they will finally realize the truth of the curse, that they were meant to be with one another and it was the curse that separated them. Only time will tell.

"So, Regina," Robin begins, finally mustering up the courage to say at least something. He places his pizza slice back down onto his plate. "How long have you been painting?"

The brunette gives an indifferent shrug, eyes remaining fixed on her slice as she takes another bite. "Does it matter?" is her curt reply.

Robin shrugs. "It was just a question," he mumbles in defense, chancing a glance up at Regina. For a brief moment, he meets her eyes before her gaze flits uneasily back to her plate, leaving as quickly as it came.

"How long have you been fishing?" the older brunette retorts halfheartedly.

"For as long as I can remember," Robin answers, only for his response to be another bite into the pizza slice by his blasé brunette company. The man sighs deeply, turning back to pretending to take great interest in his pizza slice. And in doing so, he begrudgingly lets his meager attempt at a conversation disperse into the chilled atmosphere.

Reya peeks back and forth between the two of them out from underneath her lashes. "What kind of fish do you catch?" she asks, trying desperately to put the man out of his misery and keep the conversation moving.

Robin lifts his head and eyes the young brunette with his deep blue eyes. "All kinds of fish, I suppose," he replies, "Mostly sea bass, striper, fluke, and tuna."

"That's cool," Reya states with her mouth full, "I've never been fishing before. Maybe you can bring me along."

Robin lifts a brow at the young girl, surprised at her blunt self-invitation. "Uh—well—I suppose," he stammers, "I mean…it is rather boring." Regina snorts, causing both Robin and Reya to abruptly turn and stare at her. She lifts her head, her dark eyes scrutinizing the two.

"What?" Robin asks.

Regina snorts again, shaking her head. "I've never seen you with another human being for more than five seconds. And now you're so ready to let her come with you on a fishing trip?"

Robin shrugs. "I can be sociable, you know," he defends. Of course, this is a novelty for the man as he has never brought any companion fishing with him other than the crew on the commercial fishing boat. To an extent, he's not so sure how well he'd handle the constant chitchat especially from such an extroverted girl like Reya. However, with her connection to the mystery brunette Regina, Robin quickly finds he would most happily oblige if it means even the slightest chance of properly seeing the older brunette again after tonight.

"Hardly," Regina spits, earning a frown from the man opposite her.

"Why do you care?" he asks, tilting his head as he takes another bite of his pizza slice.

Regina lifts her chin. "I don't," she replies, "Whatever you do with this kid—" Reya glares at her mother, "—is your business, not mine."

"I think that a fishing trip would be awesome," Reya says, ignoring Regina and turning back to her cursed father with a firm nod. Her infectious smile spills over to the man, and he can't help but smile back at her.

It does nothing to Regina, however, as she rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to finishing her slice of pizza. For her, she just wants to leave. All of this bonding, this sudden and unnecessary pressure for her to bond with both the young girl and the man opposite her is becoming far too overwhelming. Take her back to her home where she can paint in peace and quiet like before. Take her back to Steve where she can simply be with him, sleep with him, and not have to worry about the things Reya claims she's missing in her life. After all, she has her job, food, a roof over her head, her boyfriend…what can possibly be missing? All of this malarky, being forced by her "daughter" to play a rather twisted version of "happy families" with this stranger is way too much. Regina is certain she knows who she is and exactly where she needs to be. And she is certain she knows it is not here. Simple. Done. Then why, exactly, is she here?

"I think you should come too," Reya says with a nod, looking to the older brunette lost in thought.

Regina shakes her head abruptly. "No," she states in reply, "Not a chance."

"Why not?" Robin asks, looking to her with an unreadable expression. If she doesn't know any better, he almost looks as if he wants her to come.

Again, Regina shakes her head. "I don't like the smell of fish," she remarks simply.

To this, the man raises his brows, a small smirk of amusement involuntarily tugging at his lips. "Is it too strong for your liking, Your Majesty?" he teases lightly. Reya almost does a spit take with her glass of water.

Regina nods firmly. "Yup. Hate it." She gives Robin a pointed look.

Reya rolls her eyes. "Fine then," she says with a shrug, pursing her lips. "Dad and I will go and have a lot of fun, then, without you. Right, Daddy?"

Robin grimaces at the moniker but smiles a somewhat pained smile for the young girl's benefit. "Right," he mumbles before gazing towards the older brunette who looks as if she's holding in something of a laugh. Quickly, she breaks eye contact to stand and collect empty plates and unceremoniously dump them into the sink.

"So where am I going to sleep?" Reya asks curiously, "No offense, but your house is kinda small."

Robin laughs softly. "No offense taken. As a matter of fact, I do have a guest room."

"Has it ever been used before?" Regina asks with a lift of her brow.

"Would you be surprised if I said no?" Robin replies, smirking slightly.

The brunette rolls her eyes, shaking her head in response. "I suppose not," she remarks.

"Do you have a bag or something with your belongings?" Robin asks, looking to Reya. The young girl nods, pointing to her backpack lying at her feet underneath the table. "Why don't you go and get settled then?" he suggests, "It's the first door down to the left."

Reya nods, grabbing her bag. With one last glance between her mother and father, she is skipping from the room. Regina quietly watches as the young brunette takes her leave before moving to pick up her purse. "I should go too," she announces, looking to Robin.

"Oh, why so soon?" he asks gently, tilting his head.

Regina shrugs. "Well, this was only supposed to be dinner, and I have to get home. I've got...stuff I need to do."

Robin sighs softly, shaking his head as he steps closer to her. "Why not stay a little longer?" he entices, "I've just been gifted with a bottle of red and I still have yet to open it." He moves to retrieve a bottle of wine that sits with a red bow tied around its neck on the corner of the kitchen counter.

Regina raises her brow, an expression of surprise taking over her features. "I didn't know people give you gifts," she remarks.

"Yes, well, this was in return for a favor for one of my crew mates," Robin explains, "He was having a party so I volunteered to supply the fish."

Regina nods, chancing a glance and lifting her eyes to meet his blues. Slightly uncomfortably, she slings her purse over her shoulder as if she's going to leave, but her eyes are still trained on his. With this simple gesture, the brunette doesn't miss how the man's expression turns slightly disheartened; his eyes quietly pleading. Regina frowns, tilting her head at Robin who raises his brows and brings the hand that holds the bottle up slightly, glancing between her and the bottle. His eyes silently entice as a cheeky smirk slowly begins to cross his lips. His attitude is no doubt infectious as the brunette can't help but have her own lips involuntarily turn upward in return. Biting her lower lip immediately to tamper down her smile, Regina raises a hand to nervously tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She breaks eye contact, glancing down for just a moment before she's peeking up at him from underneath her dark lashes. And the man is still standing there, features similar to that of a puppy—features that she is quickly finding hard to resist. With a final snort and roll of her eyes, Regina relents, dropping her purse from her shoulder back down onto the chair beside her.

Robin grins triumphantly, moving to then grab two wine glasses. He pops open the bottle of red, allowing the crimson liquid to fill each glass. He offers the first to Regina who takes it with a small smirk. Robin watches as the brunette gazes down, swirling the liquid in the glass before taking a sip.

"Good?" he inquires, to which he receives a simple hum from plump lips against the cup. He chuckles slightly, taking a sip of his own and humming at the wine's pleasant fruity flavor. "Do you drink much wine?" he asks curiously, bringing the glass from his lips.

Regina shakes her head, leaning her hip against the kitchen table nonchalantly. "Not really," she says, swirling the liquid in her cup mindlessly, "I'm more of a beer person. But I don't mind a few glasses of wine every once in a while. You?"

"No," Robin says, shaking his head, "I rarely drink. I don't really have time to be honest. The charter can be pretty demanding."

More silence ensues after Regina nods in response. Both adults avoid eye contact and turn to their glasses, sipping quietly.

"These fishing trips you have...How often do you go?"" she asks after the pause. She figures that she might as well talk, lest they both continue to be stuck in their misery.

"Almost every day of the week, if not every other day," Robin says, "The hours are very long and grueling. I'm pretty much out all day—sometimes the trips extend overnight or for a couple of days. The fishing charter I use is small, not as huge as the commercial charters, yet we're still considered one. I simply catch and distribute fish to private restaurants on the island."

"That must get quite boring," Regina replies, "Sitting out there all day waiting for something to take the bait."

Robin shrugs. "You find different ways to pass the time, I suppose," he answers, "But for me, it's never a burden being out on the water."

A small smile tugs at Regina's lips. Quickly, she lifts her drink, taking another sip to mask her expression. "I guess I can understand that," she sighs into the glass, "I guess I'm the same way with painting. It seems boring sitting in the living room in front of a canvas all day, but I love it. I can't think of doing anything else."

Robin nods understandingly, his eyes sparkling as he looks towards the unassuming brunette. Instinctively, he finds himself taking a step even closer to her.

"But whatever, I mean. You gotta do what you gotta do to make a living," Regina dismisses with a wave of her hand before things turn too emotional.

"True," Robin states, never taking his eyes off her, "But we're also lucky to be doing what we love."

Regina nods softly. "Certainly is humbling," she admits with another sigh.

"Indeed it is."

He watches her in the garden, perched beneath her beloved apple tree. Features are serene, and all is tranquil as she breathes in the cool morning air; her eyes closed, head tilted up towards the sky. Dew drops from the lush green leaves above her; a droplet falling onto the rosy skin of her cheek. Calmly, Regina lifts a hand to brush away the small bubble of water. Opening her eyes, she sits up straighter, focusing her gaze on her raised hand and bringing it out to position in front of her. She wiggles her fingers, closing her eyes once again and taking a deep breath in through her nose before letting it out. With little to no effort, she focuses her magic through her veins and manifests it outwardly into a small ball of fire that dances on her palm. A small smile of triumph and Regina plays with her creation, letting it swerve to and fro just millimeters above her palm.

Robin smiles softly, shaking his head fondly at his beautiful wife-to-be. Heart warm with love for the brunette queen, he makes his way from the balcony of the castle and down the spiral staircase to come and join her underneath the tree.

"That's beautiful, my love," he compliments, walking towards her.

Regina gasps softly, jumping slightly in her seat as the little ball of fire immediately extinguishes. "Robin! You scared me," she chastises lightly. She shakes her head, but shifts over on the stone bench to make room for him.

"I'm sorry, milady," Robin says with a slight smirk. "I didn't mean to disturb you. You looked so peaceful."

The brunette shakes her head again and turns towards Robin, smiling that gentle smile he so loves. Her dark raven eyes look so beautiful in the morning light. "I was simply having a moment," she states.

"What were you thinking of, my love?" the thief asks, gently lying a hand on his fiancé's upper thigh and smoothing it over the soft material of her gown.

"Nothing of importance," Regina answers with a shrug, "I was just thinking that maybe, since you taught me how to shoot an arrow, I could perhaps teach you some magic." Her lips part into a somewhat mischievous-looking smile.

At this, Robin raises his brows, a look of disbelief donning his features. "Really?" he breathes incredulously.

"Really," Regina repeats.

"Why?"

"Because if you are going to marry a witch, you have to know how to wield magic like one." She shoots him the same statement Robin made just days ago when he'd required that she learn how to properly use a bow and arrow.

Robin shakes his head, smirking fondly at his love's cheeky expression. It seems every day, there is no end to his falling in love with all of her facial expressions. As evil as the brunette queen may have been—as poisonous as the looks she'd thrown at those before—nothing would prove to be more lethal than the looks of endearment she now shoots him; looks that Robin finds simply irresistible. As much as he'd deny it, the man succumbs instantly.

"First of all, I would hardly deem you to be a witch," Robin says, the corners of his mouth turning up into a crooked smirk. "Second of all, wouldn't this be dangerous?"

Regina sighs, rolling her eyes slightly in response. "First of all," she retorts, "call me what you may but I am a witch. I know magic. I'm a witch. Second of all, this wouldn't be dangerous because I'd be here to guide you."

"But witch is such a harsh word," Robin protests.

"That's hardly the point, thief!" Regina huffs.

With a laugh, the man raises his hands in surrender. "All right, all right," he chuckles, "But seriously, I don't want you to end up hurt if I ever mess up."

Regina shakes her head. "I'll be fine," she reassures, "Just trust me on this. If you believe in it, if you embrace it and don't try to fight it in any way, you'll have complete control over it. And I'll be here to guide you. Trust me, I've been through it too. That's always the case with magic, in this instance, dark magic."

At the mentioning of the type of magic, Robin frowns immediately. "Dark magic?" he asks.

"Well, what other magic do you think I'd be teaching you?"

"I suppose, but isn't dark magic…well—you know—dark?" he says. Robin shakes his head.

Regina shrugs. "Truthfully it is," she replies, "But it can also be used for good, like…" She smirks at him, leaning closer. "…stealing from the rich and giving to the poor." Robin sighs softly, unable to stop his lips from turning upward once more. "Just think of all that we can do and accomplish with both our expertise in our art combined," Regina entices. "I just using sticks is not enough. We can do so much more with just a little fire."

Robin sighs again, looking into the dark eyes of his beloved. "It does sound appealing," he admits. Once more, he shakes his head, weighing the pros and cons. Though both he and his love are reformed, dabbling in magic once more would be risky business. However, when thinking about the impact he could make with magic at his disposal (literally at his fingertips), both he and Regina can climb to newer heights and gain even greater power: power they can use to their advantage to bring to those who have none by way of stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. After all, wouldn't a good deed such as this be enough to keep his head on his shoulders?

With one last sigh, Robin nods, a smile spreading to his lips. "All right, my love," he says, taking both her hands firmly in his. "I love you. I trust you."

Regina grins at him, giving his hands an eager squeeze. "We are one, Robin," she whispers, "We are of one heart and one soul. It is only fitting that we both share our love and passion for our forbidden arts with one another. This can be the start of something, something great. I can just feel it."

"So, I guess we are supposed to be together," Regina sighs, finally addressing the elephant in the room as the two now sit comfortably in the living room, having moved from their spot in kitchen. As surprising it may seem to Regina, the brunette finds that speaking with Robin doesn't prove to be such an awkward challenge as it did at first. In fact, the man is quite an easy one to talk to. He listens, truly listens. And deep, deep down, Regina is finding that she's quite fond of such a characteristic.

Robin, of course, is enjoying spending time with the mystery brunette who proves to not be so much of a mystery as she did at first. He fancies talking to her, conversing about the similarities in their fields of work, those that one may not so easily point out. Not only this, however, the man also enjoys simply listening to her voice. It's intoxicating and he can't seem to get enough of it. Her voice is low, rich, and full of depth. Yet, it's sweet…and if he'd really wish to have his thoughts run wayward, alluring, seductive, and sultry. But he shouldn't think along these lines. It wouldn't be appropriate, for only now, they are nothing but acquaintances. However, a certain younger brunette would plead otherwise.

"I guess," Robin answers with a shrug. Oh, how he'd love that to be true, but that is hardly the case. He gazes quietly at the woman who sits across the way on a comfy armchair. "Do you believe it?" he adds in question as he tips back the last of his drink of red wine.

Regina shakes her head immediately. "If I did, I'd be crazy also," she says with a soft snort. "I almost feel bad for her being so delusional like that. I wonder why she hasn't received any help."

Robin shrugs again, mind bottled at that idea as well. "Maybe she just didn't have anyone to turn to," he suggests.

"Do you think we should tell someone?"

"Who would we tell?"

"I don't know…social services?"

Robin shakes his head. "No," he replies, "She's obviously an orphan. They'd put her into the system, and you know how brutal that can be. And with these fantasies of hers…god knows what they'd do to her."

Regina stares at Robin quietly, her eyes silently surveying him as he speaks. She tilts her head curiously, pursing her rouged lips in a frown of sorts. "You care about this girl, don't you?" she states.

At this Robin shrugs, confused about it himself, to be honest. "I don't know," he answers truthfully, "I guess I just feel for her, you know. I feel bad for her thinking that we are her parents, yet we have no means of helping her." Robin sighs softly. "Maybe there's something more than what meets the eye," he adds quietly, lowering his gaze into his empty glass, "Maybe there's a reason she showed up at both our doorsteps." Oh how he wants so badly to believe that Reya brought Regina to meet him for a reason.

Regina groans, shaking her head. "Are you one of those 'everything happens for a reason' type of people?" she scoffs lightly. She finds herself chuckling at such naivety. However, as she looks into the man's eyes, she can read nothing but sincerity. And immediately, his expression wipes the smile off hers.

"Robin," Regina sighs, softly this time, "I don't have time for this. I—I can't be playing make pretend or waiting for some kind of sign. I have a life to live. I have things I need to do, places I need to be—" Suddenly her phone rings, prompting both parties to jump in their seats. Regina groans again, moving to grab her purse, rummage through it, and take out that pesky device. "—people to see…" Regina's eyes widen as she reads the caller ID.

"Steve," she breathes into the phone, "I'm so sorry, I—"

"Babe, where are you?" Steve's exasperated voice breathes into the phone. "I left you four messages."

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't have my phone on me," Regina replies with a shake of her head.

"You're not at home, you're not down at the jetty—where are you?" the man persists firmly, prompting the brunette to heave a large sigh.

This is why she should have left when she said she was going to…three hours ago. "I'm still at the friend's house. I had to drop off Reya, remember?"

"Of course, I do. I just didn't think it would take practically four hours!"

Regina rolls her eyes. "I'm sorry, he invited me to dinner and—"

"He?" Steve interrupts, his voice making Regina grimace slightly. "Who's he?"

Swiftly, she glances at Robin. "Nothing, Steve," Regina hisses lowly into the phone, "Not now. Look, I'm coming home right now. I promise."

"Okay, Regina," Steve sighs, "I'll see you in a few, then."

And with that, Regina is hanging up the phone and grabbing her purse. Tossing it over her shoulder, she swiftly stands and heads for the doorway. Robin, who had been quietly listening through the entire conversation, remains sitting silently on the couch. It's surprising how crestfallen he feels over the fact that it appears that Regina is not alone, that she has been taken. The man sighs softly, shaking his head at himself. What should he have expected? A strikingly beautiful brunette such as Regina is bound to have someone already.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so late," Regina calls over her shoulder before stopping just before the door and turning swiftly towards Robin.

The man shakes his head again, finding the the motivation to stand up, approach, and see her out properly. "It's no matter," he says, forcing a small smile, "I'm glad you could stay."

Regina smiles slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Robin swallows hard, wishing that he'd be the one to do that for her.

"Thank you, Robin," Regina responds genuinely, "It was a great dinner, but I have to go." She glances towards the door. "He's waiting for me."

Robin smiles gently, nodding in encouragement. "Then you should go. I'm so sorry for making you late."

"It's okay," Regina says with a shrug, "It doesn't matter anyway. I'm on my way home now." She steps aside as Robin moves forward to open the door and allow her to step through onto the small porch. For one quick moment, she turns around and acknowledges the man standing in the doorframe with a smile.

"I'm sure I'll see you around, Regina," Robin says with a nod.

"I'm sure you will too," Regina shoots back with a smile and lift of her chin. But then she is sighing. "I suppose I should tell you to say goodbye to Reya for me."

Robin chuckles softly. "I'm sure she will be happy to receive the message."

Regina shakes her head, smirking slightly. "I really wish I could help more with her," she states, "But I'm just—I'm at a loss for words never mind actions."

The man sighs deeply, closing his eyes for a moment. "Don't worry about it, though," he says. He smiles softly, looking into her eyes. "I'll figure something out. In the meantime, she can stay with me until I find something more permanent."

"Thank you, Robin," Regina says genuinely, "Really, thanks."

"You're very welcome, milady."

At his words, the brunette suddenly stills, her heart beating a little faster for just one moment. For she's sure that deep, deep, deep down, she remembers being called that before.

"Is everything all right?" Robin asks, frowning slightly at Regina's unreadable gaze.

Regina quickly shakes her head, willing herself to pull it together and brush away that strange sense of deja vu. "Yes," she replies softly, "Goodnight, Robin."

Robin smiles again, nodding politely in return. "Goodnight, Regina," he bids.

And with that, Regina is turning and stepping from the porch, making her way down the short path to where her car is parked on the side of the road. From his doorstep, Robin watches as she climbs into the car, starts the engine, and drives off into the darkness. His eyes follow the red of her taillights as far as he can until they turn a corner and disappear. The dull roar of her engine quiets the further she travels, leaving Robin only with silence interrupted only by the sound of the crickets. And he smiles, biting his lower lip as he runs a hand through his hair. With a deep sigh, he gazes up at the full moon that has risen high in the sky. He uses that as a source for blame for this peculiar night.

There be some chemistry, no?

Many thanks to my bestie thequeenregina for giving me a little push with ideas!

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