The Man and His Assistant (CLOSED)

A waitress skated up to them. "What would you like for drinks? She looked at Robin.

"Oh, um, water's fine," she replied.

"I'll have a water, no ice." The waitress writes down their orders. "Thank you!", she says as she rollerskates away.
"Cool, right?", he asks Robin.

"Yeah," she sighed, looking around. The sounds, the colors… She looked back at Isaac. "So you're not mad then? About what happened with security?"

"I'm not mad! I was just worried." We really could use a vacation.

She nodded. "Understandable. That's how most people are. They want to know what's wrong with me." She absently fiddled with her hair, winding it around her finger over and over.

"There's nothing wrong with you. I like you the way you are." He gave a small smile.

She looked over at him with a soft gaze. "Really?"

"Of course, friend." The waitress sat their drinks on the table. "Thank you.", he told her.

Friend… Just friend? Stop it! she scolded herself. "Thank you," Robin added for the waitress.

He took a sip of his water and slid a menu to her. "Everything's good here."

"What do you like?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I like the pulled pork sandwich and fries. And sometimes I get the onion rings. For desert, you have to get the rootbeer float. Literally the best rootbeer ever. They make their own here.", he gushed. He remembered how his grandpa used to take him here. They would always get a rootbeer float. It was like tradition.

Robin noticed how enthusiastic he was. "You come here often?" she asked with a smile.

"I did. My grandpa would take me. Happiest memories of my life were wit him." He looked distant.

She smiled, seeing the far-away look in his eyes.

"You know what you want?", he asked, hand over a button on the table.

"I'll just have whatever you're having," she said.

"Alright." He pushed the button on the table and another waitress came over. "What are we eating?", she asked them.
"I'll have the pulled pork sandwich with fries and a rootbeer float later.", he told the waitress. The waitress looked over at Robin.

"What he's having," she said, pointing at Isaac.

The waitress nodded and rolled away. Old music was playing on the jukebox. "That's a nice song. I think it's called Jolene."

"Hmm…" Robin hummed, listening. "I love old music," she said thoughtfully.

"I haven't heard it in a while. Not since my grandpa died." He rested his head on one hand.

"Oh, I… I'm sorry," she stammered softly. Stupid, Robin. Stupid.

"It's fine… it's fine.", he hummed softly. Never show any emotion. Logic out-rules emotion…

Robin brushed her hair behind her ear, then looked at her lap. Nice going, Robin. She bit her lip lightly.

They sat in silence for a while until their food came out. "Do you like it?", he asked softly. He didn't mean to make her upset.

"Oh, yes," she answered softly. "It's very good! I… I'm sorry if I said something that…"

"It's fine. You didn't do any harm.", he interrupted. What do I do? I just want to get close to her.

"Are you sure?" she asked, taking another small bite of the meal.