with my eyes closed (this feels like home)

If you asked her approximately thirty six hours ago, she would have said her and Steve Harrington were co-workers. Co-workers, in the light-hearted bickering yet stay-on-your-side-of-the-freezer-while-stocking sort of way, even if Robin had grown to not mind his presence so much as the summer progressed. At the very least, his attempt to pick up chicks while slinging ice cream was pretty entertaining. So, yeah, they were co-workers, which was a step above the apparently one-sided acquaintanceship they had before, given Steve introduced himself on their first day like they didn’t share a row in Mrs. Click’s class for a whole year. Maybe, if you held her at gunpoint, she might even admit they were friends.- or -It's the night after the almost-end of Hawkins, Indiana - Robin doesn't think she will ever get used to this. (Weirdly, she does. Even weirder? She does it along side Steve Harrington.)