Rockin' Robin

"I actually just placed my order online." She admitted and held up her iPhone so Robin could see the order confirmation. "I am sorry you had to deal with that, that's some bullshit."

Robin eyed the packaged coffee order on the counter and took it. "Then this... must be yours." She handed it to the other woman and smiled. "And hey, nothing to worry about. Even back home, I get trouble for sticking close to my best friend. How's your day going?"

"No, they don't go to that extreme." He laughed. "I can pick out my own socks and my underwear and shoes." He promised. "Whenever Gossip Girl announces an event, and if I have the time to go in my schedule, my team and I will sit down and come up with some ideas for what I should wear to the event. We start off with about forty to fifty outfits and narrow it down as time goes on until the day before the event, I try on two or three remaining outfits and then that's that." He shrugged. "I pick out what outfit I want to wear and go with it."

"Wait so it's like a whole process just to pick one outfit?" She blinks, clearly trying to wrap her head around it. "In Haw- from where I was in the countryside, people just wore whatever they grabbed first and hoped for the best." She laughed. "I can't even imagine narrowing down fifty outfits. I'd get overwhelmed and just show up in the same jeans I always wear out of spite."

"No, I mean, I know I'm adopted, but my parents don't really say much about the adoption. Just that they were having trouble conceving so they adopted me when I was born."

"I mean… I guess that's their way of explaining it without going into details they're not comfortable with. But I can also see why that would leave you feeling like there's not much to hold onto. So, not a secret twin story? Or are they possibly hiding it?"

She shook her head. "There's not need to apologize or to make it up to me, I promise. Some people are just...really ignorant about everything."

"Tell me about it, they've been bitching about Steve everyday. Like, I get that he's your man or so you claim but I don't think he even knows that." Robin replied, laughing uncontrollably. "Anyway, do you still wanna order or did they kill your appetite? No I'm just kidding, order away if you still want to. Oh, you might like our jumbo tiramisu croissant. Wanna try it?"

"uh, no need to apologize, i promise that it is all good." he cleared his throat and looked at robin. "i uh, i don't even remember what i wanted to order, i am so sorry."

"Wow, Tamlin, dude. You really are worlds different from your doppelganger." Robin told him and leaned on the counter. "May I tempt you with one of our specials? We have salted caramel mocha and creme brulee donuts as our specials for today. You know, just in case you're famished too. If that's not your type, tell me what you're in the mood for."

"ah, you made it!" quinn smiled excitedly as she saw the person she had invited out for drinks and she hugged that person. "oh my gosh, how have you been? how has your day been? my day was rough, my coach still thinks i can make it to the olympics for figure skating, even though, that's not what i want. my ass is so sore from how many times i have fallen today." @ggstarterblog

"Hey, Quinn!" Robin said as she took a seat next to her. "I think I'm gonna pass out from the bajillion of information my brain just absorbed from my classes. I almost fell asleep, twice." She shook her head, placing her bag down. "Then you have to tell them that and if they don't, I can help you fake a fever or whatever. What do you want though?"

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Robin: Sage, oh my god. Are you drunk or high? Maybe both? I'm seriously worried.

"Okay, this is...this is overwhelming." Grace said to herself with a laugh as she stood in Times Square. She was walking around the city and trying to get used to where she'd be living from now on. It was a change from Massachusettes to here, but change was something she was used to, and it wasn't something she couldn't handle.

"No worries, it's all good. I'm used to bumping into people at this point. Are you okay?" Robin asked her as she picked up her shopping bag full of books about supernatural beings that are rumored to be seen in the city. She was looking into them for her podcast and so that she can protect herself against them. "Uh hi, I'm Robin by the way. You must be new here. To be fair, I was also new to NYC one or two months ago. I'm starting to get used to the hustle and bustle. Still miss home but it's not all bad."

"Thank you so much for meeting up with me for lunch. Life has been beyond hectic lately, and I promise, lunch is on me, order whatever." She smiled at the person she had gone out to lunch with. @ggstarterblog

"I wouldn't pass up lunch with the Emmeline Maddox." Robin raised her eyebrows and gave her a teasing smile. "But seriously, how are you doing? Is it hectic as in you need a vacation hectic or the you're about to pass out kind? I'm rambling am I?" She realized and laughed. She then turned to the waiter. "I think I'll get the pan-seared salmon and for my drink... I'll just get a soda. Thanks." She said and smiled after ordering. "How about you, Em?"

"So Gossip Girl, whoever, or whatever, she is, wrote about me, and I'm supposed to be worried? That makes no damn sense to me." @ggstarterblog

Robin rolled her eyes dramatically and plopped down next to him. "I know right? It's preposterous. So what? She's just a gossip blog. People act like they're on national TV or something when she posts about them. It's stupid." She sighed and looked at him. "You're new to the city right? How are you settling in?"

"I have no clue, some of the people I work with are obsessed with true crime podcasts, and that sounds like one of the names." Nate said and nodded. "That one sounds good. Hey, there is nothing wrong with being dramatic, it's what sells for things like podcasts and TV."

"Yeah I figured it could already be a podcast name due to how cool it sounds but that's okay. Curious Case Files, it is. Thanks for helping me. It sounds way more me so that's perfect." Robin said, giving him a grateful smile. "You know? Like I'm always curious. Meaning, I always get myself into trouble." She lets out an awkward laugh. "Interview with Mayor Archibald. Begin. Thank you for agreeing to do this again. First question... Do you know exactly what supernatural species exist in this city? And how do you keep yourself looking so handsome? Everyone, even Gossip Girl is apparently obsessed with you right now. They say you aged like fine wine."

"Can honestly say Monday's are my favourite time of the week... I know it's a very unpopular opinion, but valid, right?" She raised a brow.

"Yeah, totally. Monday's are great, I love getting in the radio booth and playing some songs for everybody. Best part of my day." Robin replied, she smiled as she turned to see who was talking to her. In a split second, her eyes widened and she got overwhelmed with emotion. "M-max? Is that really you?" She placed her hand gently but firmly on the other woman's shoulder, her eyes glistening with relief and disbelief. "How did you get here?"

Robin: I've dealt with monsters from hell, man. Thank you for worrying but I can do this. Just keep me company and be my moral support through text.

Jenny chuckled, examining the crop top Robin showed to her " Yeah I'm a designer, but I started off just with my sewing machine and instincts, so I still stand by those words" She said and winked at her playfully." I like this crop top, it's the kind of piece that can go fabulously with any kind of plain pants type i'd say" she speculated "I really like how it screams, hey look at me, but at the same time its not too crazy looking"

"That's mind blowingly awesome how you started with just that. What's the name of your brand? I'm curious to see what kind of pieces you have." She flutters her fingers together eagerly, eyes lighting up. "I see that. But personally, I'm not really a crop top person? I mean I'm just new to it, we never had these in the countryside and I fear that uh my mom yeah my mom would spank me like I'm a child again if she ever sees me in one back home. I would definitely give it a try though."

Robin: Seriously, Pope?

Emir chuckled. "Thank you, I have a stylist to help me, so I feel like that's the only reason I can look this good." He shrugged.

"A stylist?" She thought it over for a second, scratching her head. Bingo. Someone who styles people for events. How could I not get that? "How does that work? Do they pick your socks and shoes too?" Robin asked, leaning in and looking at him. "Dude, whoever they are, they need a goddamn raise cause you're always pulling up to these events looking like the snazziest person there!"