Robin often found herself in this position, curled into the warmth of her covers while listening to the oddly comforting sounds of the bustling nightlife -the inaudible murmurs, gentle rumbling of vehicles and even the odd bark of a dog-, but being unable to allow her eyelids to droop down and call it a night. Sleep, of course, was nothing to be wasted in a profession such as hers; the job itself was so draining and left one wanting to do nothing else but sleep. Yet, it was nights like this one, nights in which Hope was out late, that Robin's eyes remained open, staring blankly at the cracks of the ceiling. She knew that Leah had to still be awake as well, bless that sweet girl's heart.
In an essence, the young brunette of only fifteen reminded Robin of herself in her earlier days. She can vividly recall being only fourteen herself, being thrown into a world of filth and scum that no one should have to deal with. It wasn't just scary, it was horrifyingly frightening in every way. It's not an easy transition to go from sitting at home, comfortable and living with all of those little luxuries such as being able to take a walk in the park or take a hot shower whenever you wanted, to suddenly being immersed in the dirty aspects of the underground sex trade. Not at sixteen, not at fifteen, not at fourteen should anyone have to go through this.
However, it seems that despite Robin being a veteran of the field for almost four years, she's still finding herself unable to fall asleep until she knows Hope is safe at home, just as Leah is. It just goes to show how camaraderie never fades.
Thankfully, it wasn't long until she heard the familiar jangle of keys and the rough twisting of a doorknob, followed by the pitter patter of Leah's feet against the floor. There were words exchanged between the two other girls of the apartment and they drifted towards Robin, beckoning her. Robin had enough of looking at the ugly cracks of her ceiling, herself, as she climbed out from the baby blue of her sheets and followed suit.
Standing at the doorway, looking admittedly exhausted, was her closest and dearest friend: Hope.