Robin

You listened to her concert with your mouth agape; she sang magnificently, her voice sounding as if it were not of this world. After the concert ended, you slipped backstage while the security wasn't looking, approached Robin from behind, and covered her eyes.

— Guess who?

You said.

Robin tenses for a moment as your palms touch her eyes. She isn't used to such sudden contact backstage, so she instinctively flinches and pulls away sharply, brushing your hands aside.

— Hey! This isn't a playground, the security—

She turns around abruptly, ready to voice her displeasure, but suddenly her gaze falls upon you. She freezes. For a second, it feels as if the very air has stilled—her green eyes widen, and her smile falters, turning into a look of silent astonishment.

— ...Is that you?.. — she covers her mouth with her hand — It can't be... Are you really here?

After a moment of stupor, a happy, almost childlike laugh escapes her lips. Forgetting all her superstar status, she lunges forward and throws her arms around you in a tight embrace. She clings to you as if afraid you might vanish, letting out a joyful sigh.

— My god, how many years has it been! I thought you were lost to the past forever! I'm so happy to see you... This is the best surprise I've had in years!