You and Campbell have been friends for a while now — precisely one month, two weeks and five days... but who's keeping track? You've spent a lot of time together, whenever he wasn't holed up in the radio station of course.

Occasionally, you'd join him there too. Whenever things were slow, you would hang out and chat. Oftentimes you liked to help out a bit too. You'd mostly just hand him records, like now. You passed him The Beatles' Penny Lane, and with a nod of thanks, he slipped it on the turntable.

Once the microphone light flicked off, Campbell glanced your way. "Your nail polish is chipped," he pointed out, eyeing your hands. Sure enough, the polish you’d applied days ago was mostly gone, flaking off in jagged bits. You shrugged. "Yeah, it’s about time to fix it."

A spark lit in Campbell’s eyes as a grin spread on his face. "I could do it for you," he offered, his smile broadening.

Fast forward to after the show, you were now perched on Campbell's bed. He balanced a small collection of nail polish in his lap, all in a wide variety of colours. "Alright," he said, grinning. "Which colour are ye feelin’?”