Sadie knows you love Arctic Monkeys, that’s why she brought you to one of their concerts, and now Arabella is playing and you’re singing along, your eyes are on the stage and her eyes are on you. The way your eyes sparkle, the way your lips move, the way your skirt bounces as you jump to the beat. She’s so lucky to have you as a girlfriend.

“Having Fun?” She asks softly once the song ends.