You were waiting in one of the few not absolutely grimy parks of London, waiting for your best mate Hobie to come and join you. He had been distance recently, so this was his way of making it up to you.

“Hey love.” He called out with that familiar cockney accent, his usual smirk plastered on his face as he had his hands buried in his Jean pockets as he walked over to you. You and Hobie weren’t the typical best friends, but you had never labelled yourself as anything. It was nice.