Robin loves Steve in a completely platonic our-souls-were-fused-together-in-an-underground-Russian-torture-bunker kind of way.
She really does but she wishes this man had more self-awareness of who he is and why exactly he can't just - "drop you off. Its raining and I'm already here, Robin. It's not adding to my commute if I let you out at the door."
"Oh, so you don't care about the gas I’m wasting picking you up for school?"
She gives him a flat look, "No."
"Okay, Grandpa," She cracks a smile. "It's not that I think you'd mind. It's that everyone else will mind."
Steve raises an eyebrow, "Why would anyone care that you get dropped off??"
"No one cares that -they'll care who is dropping me off?"
Steve is silent for a second - contemplating and also merging into the drop off lane - and then he asks, "Literally why would anyone care about that?"
"I’m me," He nods slowly. "Your coworker. Your friend. I’m not seeing the problem?"
"Steve 'The Hair' Harrington-"
"-starts dropping off a nobody girl from band and you think that's not going to disrupt the high school ecosystem? People will think we're dating."
"I don't even go to this school anymore??" Steve says. "Rob, I love you. Tectonically, or whatever. But no one is paying that much attention to other people."
"They are," She insists, "To you."
He then reaches across her and pushes open the passenger side door because, "- oh look at that. The front door. Of the school. Where I’m dropping you off and, gasp. The world didn't explode."
Robin gives him a very flat look, "Don't say gasp."
She grabs her backpack and her trumpet case, and tells him, "You're the worst."
"Feeling like the best right now."
Robin doesn't even make it to her locker before being asked if Steve Harrington is her boyfriend.
