Robin

I roll my eyes, "Kelly, listen to me! The white tables are out, pink is in."

I hear her shuffling in the background through the phone as I get closer to the coffee shop. "Guys, she said pink is out, white is in!"

I tap the side of my thigh. "Kelly is Spencer next to you?"

"Spencer? From the television sh-"

"Oh, don't play dumb. Spencer, the maintenance man. You don't concentrate when he's in the room."

"Ma'am-"

Kelly has had a crush on him since the day I hired her. Every time he steps in the same room as her, her face lights up and her cheeks brighten. He stays longer than needed, just to be in the same room with her, smiles every time she waved him. You could tell those two had a thing for each other a mile away.

"Give him the phone."

"Yes, ma'am."

Seconds later, I hear Spencer clear his throat before speaking. "Ms. Davis! What a lovely surprise. How may I help y-"

"Firstly, stop being an idiot and ask her out for dinner. Secondly, if there aren't eight bright pink tables at Marie and Damien's wedding, don't show up to work the next morning. Got that?"

"Yes, Ms. Davis. I will make sure to let them know. I won't let you down."

"Awesome. I need to go.

"Oh, Ma'am! There's one thing I'd like to ask you if you don't mind."

"You have a minute, Spence."

"May you give me a few tips on asking her out? Anything you think I should know about her?"

"Chocolate. She loves those things. I'm telling you, every day I have to tell her she has a small bit of chocolate on the side of her face. Oh, and art. Kelly is obsessed with it."

He laughs, "Thank you, Ms. Davis! You're a great boss." He replies before ending the call.

I am pretty great.

I look up at the sound of a ball bouncing against the sidewalk. As soon as I do, a ball hits my nose and I begin bleeding. I cover my nose as I see August standing in front of me with his mouth agape.

"Fuck, Robin, I'm sorry. I did not try that." He holds my hand and leads me into the coffee shop. After asking for napkins, he hands it to me and I replace my hand with the napkins. August takes us to a table and when the blood stops and I wash my hands, he sits back all the way.

"The kneeing in the balls I give you in return will be vicious."

He shrugs, "Expected that." He looks down at his fingernails. "Last night went great. Thanks for your tips."

I frown at his behavior and lean forward. When he doesn't start flirting or talking about random topics, I know something is up. "All right, what happened?"

August shrugs again and plays with his hands. "My dad showed up, too. No big deal, though."

"Well, what did he say?"

"Gave me this big speech about wanting to be in my life again or some shit. Like I said, no big deal, though." He looks up at me and despite his words, I can still see the sadness in his eyes. "My place or yours?" He mumbles before looking down again.

"We don't have to do that to-"

His head lifts up. "We should fuck in front of the mirror." He says with a smile and I can tell it is a fake one. There wasn't any shine to it.

"August, you cannot just avoid it-"

"Tell me you wouldn't like that. You're a confident woman. You should see how hot you look while I make you c-"

I kick his leg. "Stop it!"

He leans forward. "What the hell do you want me to say, Robin? You expect me to just forget about him missing out on my entire life?"

"I didn't say that."

"Do you know how many nights I've spent wondering why my own father didn't want me?"

"Augu-"

"Wondering what I did so wrong to make him leave?" His eyes water and start to redden, but he doesn't let a tear fall. "Why wasn't I good enough? He stayed for my sister, but… I wasn't good enough. Why?"

He leans closer, genuine confusion in his eyes. "Why didn't he want me, Robin?"

I shake my head and lean forward. I place my hand on top of his and his attention goes to it.

"Don't you dare blame yourself for his incapability of being a good parent, August. He missed out on watching you become the successful man you are now."

"Robi-"

"Now is not the time to ask yourself why he left. It is the time to show him what he missed."

He nods and I sit back in my seat. After about thirty seconds of silence, he smiles. "That was kind of inspirational, Davis."

I smile, proud of myself. "Right? Felt like I was giving a motivational speech."

He frowns, "But that little mushy thing we did with the whole touching hands, a little weird."

"Wasn't it? We were actually nice to each other. Gross." Feeling as though that moment changed the whole dynamic, I think of an insult. "I wonder if they still make people as dumb as you?"

He laughs, "Oh, come on, that was weak. Where's Robin Davis with the ego shattering insults? Are you getting soft on me, woman?"

I stand up and my mouth goes agape. No insult forms in my head immediately. Rage doesn't fuel through my veins, instead only partly. I glance at his smug grin and roll my eyes.

I step closer, staring up at him as I bite my lip. I knew how much it affected him when I did that. His lips part and he leans closer, but I don't allow him to kiss me. His eyebrows narrow and he tries to hold my waist, but I back up again and smirk.

"What the hell are you doing?" He whispers.

I trail my fingers down his chest and he sucks in a breath. "I bet you can't go ten minutes without wanting to kiss me, can you?" I whisper back.

He only swallows as a response and I smile. I let my other hand travel down to his crotch slowly. He grabs my wrist and closes his eyes. "Fucking hell, Robin." He breathes out.

I back away, grab my bag, and begin walking away. "Pathetic."

He follows behind me and as I take a seat in the driver's seat, August takes a seat in the passenger's seat. He holds his middle finger out to me and I return his actions as I start the car.

He turns the radio station to what happened to be my favorite one. I enjoyed listening to the soft music they often played. It isn't until we arrive at the grocery store that August finally looks around in confusion.

"Where are we going?"

"We're already here, jackass. Get out of my car."

I stop the car and August rushes out of the car. As I get out, he appears and opens the door for me. I laugh as he shuts the door behind me.

"Did you plant a bomb on it that you changed your mind about or something?" I ask as we begin walking inside of the store.

"Don't be dumb, Robin. I wouldn't change my mind about planting a bomb on you. There wouldn't be any hesitation at all."

I ignore him and grab a cart. I start walking to the left as August follows behind me, his hands shoved in his pants as he glances around the store. The first items I get are the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. I place them in the cart neatly, making sure they are organized.

As I push the cart to the bread aisle, I hear a sound. I pause, thinking it is someone moaning. When I don't hear it again, I decide I am just hearing. I continue to push the cart but pause, hearing it again.

I turn around and find August already grinning at me. I frown, "What the hell are you doing?"

He smiles and scrunches up his face the same way I do. "Oh, August!" He replies.

When I finally understand he is mocking me, I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "You're a dick."

He grips my shirt and throws his head back, "Oh gosh! Harder, August, harder!"

"Okay, I do not sound like that at all."

His mouth falls open. "Fuck. August, I'm going to c-" I cover his mouth as someone walks past us.

Once the coast is clear, I kick his leg, and he groans a little as I start walking. He laughs, "Don't be like that!"

I roll my eyes and walk faster. "Leave me alone."

I see the checkout line and pick up the pace as he gets closer. But I'm not fast enough. By the time I reach the line, he is right behind.

He wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me from behind. I laugh nervously at his closeness as he rests his head in the crook of my neck.

"Come on, gorgeous. You know you can't outrun me. I know you watch my basketball games."

"What's with the nicknames? Why do you always call me them?"

His hold tightens around my waist. "I like seeing you get all flustered."

I begin placing the items on the conveyor belt. "I do not get flustered at your nicknames, Foreman. Don't flatter yourself."

August kisses my neck. "Why the fuck is your skin so soft, baby?" Something forms in my stomach at his words and he chuckles.

He touches my cheek with his thumb. "Look at you. Your face is as red as a goddamn tomato, and you can't even look me in the eye."

I set the last item on the conveyor belt and get out of his hold. "No. My face is red because of…" When nothing comes to mind, I hit his arm. "Just shut up all right?"

The cashier scans my items and bags them. Despite my nagging at him not to, August pays for it and carries the bags to the trunk. Once everything is loaded, we get back inside of the car and buckle up. The drive to my house doesn't take long, as the grocery store wasn't very far from it.

As I make lasagna, August wanders around my house, giving himself a tour. Around thirty minutes later, he strides in the kitchen with my camera. I tell him to put it away and after snapping a picture of me, himself and an up close picture of my mouth, he finally listens.

By midnight we have eaten dinner. I ask him if he knows how to make chocolate chip cookies, and he pauses for a moment before shaking his head. I decide to teach him and after nearly two hours of bickering, sexual remarks and countless messes, we are able to do it.

As I stare at the cookies on the counter, I gasp. "Crap! We forgot to add the-"

"Vanilla extract." He finishes and I turn to him slowly.

I frown, "You already knew how to make them, didn't you?"

He smiles, "Oops."

I throw a towel at him. "Asshole!" He dodges it and walks away, laughing.