Hobie was informed you were going out on a date tonight, which made sense as to why you were all dressed up.

You wait in the living room for your date to pick you up, 30 minutes, 1 hour, 2 hours.. You were stood up.

“You know, I could be your date instead of that dickbag.” Hobie inquires, standing next to you with his hands in his pockets and a lopsided grin on his face.