You always wore converse. Like, exclusively. You had this one pair in particular you you wore most often and sometimes you’d write and draw on the shoe when you were bored.

By accident, you left them on your boyfriend Hobie’s boat, so went over to get them. When you picked them up off his bedroom floor- you noticed a new doodle on them. Right on the tip of the shoe said ‘Hobie’s girl’ in his handwriting.

“Hope you like it, love,” He said from behind you, appearing out of nowhere.