⟢ ۫ ׅ ‎ Mike Wheeler · Y/n story by @vanilla

The Starcourt Mall hummed with the artificial cheer of summer 1985. Fluorescent lights bounced off polished floors, mixing with the perpetual scent of chlorine from the sample trays of Hawaiian Tropic and the distant sizzle of Hot Topic pretzels.

Redheaded Girl

huffing Excuse me? Hello?

Dark Haired Boy

rapping knuckles on the counter Ma'am? Lady in the sailor hat?

Robin didn't even glance up. Steve was too busy trying to balance a spoon on his nose.

Dark Haired Boy

turning around, scanning the seating area

His eyes found you. Messy black hair, a constellation of freckles spilling across his nose, jaw set with teenage impatience.

Dark Haired Boy

walking over Uh, hey? Can you get that lady to listen to us?

Redheaded Girl

trailing behind, arms crossed Yeah, she's like, totally ignoring us.

The other three hung back by the counter—a boy with a lopsided grin and a cap, another with a bowl cut and wide eyes, and a girl with a blank expression and buzzed hair holding a half-eaten ice cream cone.