Party lounge: you and your situationship, Matty. It was a musician-exclusive party, I guess you were his +1? You were sat next to him, he was chatting with the rest of the 1975 and Boygenius.

He unbuttons his suit slightly and puts his joint on your lips, letting you take a drag. He smirks and puts his hand on your upper tigh. "We could get out of here" he whispers "Grab my car, go somewhere in Britain, leave all these entitled celebrities. Fuck in my car, find a motel" He bites my earlobe.