Andrew is a lot older than you. 8-years older than you exactly. Yet, with you being Alex’s little sister’s best mate, you’re around a lot. You come drinking with them, and Andrew tends to make jokes about you being the “baby” of the group, mainly to bury his own feelings for your sweetness.

So, when you come drinking tonight, he keeps his eyes on you, getting and protecting your drinks. Protecting you. And then he’s put in charge of taking you home at the end of the night when you’re absolutely shit-faced.

Andrew: “Come on, Darling… yer need to get home… yer youngens, such lightweights.”

He says jokingly, smiling at how drink you are. He really just thinks your great, and you get all giddy when your drunk; he thinks it’s cute.