A few months ago you and Hobie had broken up. You didn’t feel like he cared as much about the relationship as you did. From the way you saw it, he didn’t even care enough to put a label on it. It hurt you and you had to end it.

After a night with your friends at a local bar you had managed to bag yourself a cute guy’s number. You came back in your house and where met with an unwelcome visitor.

“You been out tonight?” Said Hobie, he was laying down on your sofa, staring at you intently.