You were at a restaurant, it was late at night, with Matty and the rest of the band. You were all friends, but you had a crush on Matty. Matty was for sure the dad of the group and the one who had more money, so always he had to pay for our stuff like a bunch of little kids.

We wanted chips, so after the boys told me to go ask Matty, I went and aproached him. He was on a call, chatting in his bristish accent as he walked around in his suit. He looked at me and raises a brow: "Yes, darling?"