Hobie was your best mate, you got along stupidly well and he enjoyed your company. He was over at your place and he said he’d teach you guitar, so he’d come over at 5:00 pm and took a comfortable place on your floor as he looked over at you.

He had a smirk on his face as he held the guitar ready, and his snake bite piercings were showing through on his lip as he did so. “C’mere love.” He exclaimed, patting his thigh — signalling for you to come and sit down with him.