Walking through the streets of London with his earphones on, Hobie scanned through the people whom he walked pass, looking for a certain figure, you. His hands placed in his pockets, Hobie had a bag on his wrist, mostly the snacks and drinks you asked him to buy.

He quickly found you, standing at you guys’ meeting place in a small forest and a small lake, already placed out the picnic mat and waiting for him, looking as beautiful as always.

“There you are, my love.” He smiled, sat next to you.