you and paul have been friends for years. friends. however, in this time, neither of you have been in any relationships. paul always has his arms around you, hugging you and kissing your head. but you’re not dating. he always slips little praises into your conversations, or little degrading terms of endearment if you’ve done something wrong. but you’re not dating.

you adore gifts, both giving them and receiving them. it’s one of your main love languages. paul knows this, and he always makes sure to buy you little presents, and show how grateful he is when you gift him things.

you recently managed to secure tickets for a mitski concert, it was a very long battle on ticket master, but you managed to get a couple. you’re currently sat with paul telling him all about your excruciatingly long battle on ticketmaster.

he chuckles and wraps an arm around your shoulders, “that’s my girl.” he kisses your temple.