[hr][hr][center][h1][color=f06262]Robin Marshall[/color][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/nwvYKd0.gif[/img]

[i]Location: The Dancing Queen – Outside the Café
Interacting With: Olivia Johnson[/I][/center]
[hr][hr]It had been an uneasy night's sleep. In the quiet hours of the morning, with only his own thoughts for company in the back of his van, leg bouncing up and down in tune to a nervous song, his mind couldn't help but wander to the murder and mysteries of Red Lake; to fantasies of him coming back to help solve the case like Peter Falk's [i]Columbo[/i]; to fears of how securely his doors could ever be locked after losing his keys and having to break into his own van three times a few years ago. Every quiet noise from outside made him shudder, so by the time morning came around, his jitters had him up and out of bed, the mattress folded away and every piece of laundry bagged up for a later visit to the laundromat (or Heather's house, if she'd let him use hers again).

Pottering about in his van for the morning took longer than expected for doing nothing at all. Leafing through his newest magazine turned into 11AM without him noticing the time on the dash, and it was only catching sight of one of Red Lake's natives out the corner of his eye that alerted him to the fact that he had [i]things[/i] to do. Like laundry. Or like starting the day right, with a big cup of sugar and caffeine.

He rolled down the driver's side window and stuck his arm – and half his head – out to wave at someone he could [i]definitely[/i] recognise from a mile away. A moment of instant regret flashed through his mind as the rainwater soaked through his long t-shirt, but he shrugged it off.

[color=f06262]"Olivia Johnson, a sight for sore eyes,"[/color] he greeted warmly, and [i]loudly[/i], enough so it could carry over the distance. There was little use in waiting until she was closer. Robin gestured up to the miserable skies and continued, [color=f06262]"How are you on this [i]fine[/i] day? Doing alright?"[/color] 

The last bit was out of genuine concern; it didn't quite go well with the small talk, but with the town's current situation, he felt it was only proper to ask as soon as possible how she was feeling. Hell, maybe gloom and doom was small talk now for Red Lake.