With your friends starting to get married, you have to drag your boyfriend to each and every ceremony you get invited to even if he barely knows them; at least there’s a free bar and most of them are child-free.

Hobie was handsome in his little fancy tux but the tie was uneven the way it often would be, as if he always needed you to organize it along with his blazer.

“You ready to go?” Hobie complained, adjusting his hair as he went towards your vanity, leaning on his hand as he looked at you fixing yourself up.