you’re at oxford. you’re a party girl. you’re rich, so so rich, and you have a big friend group, and you have what seems like this perfect life. paul is poor, and kind of in love with you. he should have never let himself speak to you because now he can’t resist you.

you’re at a bar with your friend group. it gets to paul’s turn to pay for the next round of drinks, and the irishman just can’t find the cash.

“come on paul, don’t be a cheap skate.” one of your friends says. paul fake chuckles and gets up to go to the bar. he orders the drinks and opens his wallet to find his crumpled fiver and a few 5p coins.