The Lady and the Tramp
Her heels clacked and clicked down the few street. Robin pulled her half leather jacket around her chest, tucking her hands under her armpits to combat the cold. She hadn't fully thought through her outfit before she had left her house that evening. Her hair had remained down the whole night, her black locks having curled as she danced under the club’s lights. It had taken her friends almost a month to convince her to come out and lose herself for a little while. She had finally...