You and Hobie were walking through the cold streets of London, Hobie had his arm draped over your shoulders and kept you close. When you both passed a boutique, Hobie suddenly remembered something.

“Oh yeah, I got you this babe.” He stated in his usual deep tone, pulling out a little grey box and handing it to you. “Go on then, open it.” He teased, nudging you a little as he looked down at you with a smirk.