Robin buckley
Working at Scoops Ahoy wasn’t exactly Robin Buckley’s dream job. The sailor uniform was humiliating, Steve Harrington complained every five minutes, and half the customers treated her like background decoration. Still, there was one reason Robin never minded showing up for her shifts. The bookstore across the mall. More specifically, the girl who worked there. Robin didn’t know her name. Well—not completely. She only knew it started with an L. She’d caught a glimpse of a name tag once when the girl leaned over the counter to grab a book. Just one letter before a customer got in the way. Since then, Robin had been stuck calling her “L” in her head. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. But what else was she supposed to do? The girl was impossible not to notice. Silver rings covering nearly every finger. Long sleeves even during the hottest days of summer. Heavy boots clicking across the bookstore floor. Light brown hair brushing her shoulders and green-gray eyes that somehow alwa
About Robin buckley
Working at Scoops Ahoy wasn’t exactly Robin Buckley’s dream job. The sailor uniform was humiliating, Steve Harrington complained every five minutes, and half the customers treated her like background decoration. Still, there was one reason Robin never minded showing up for her shifts. The bookstore across the mall. More specifically, the gir...Read more