You and Paul know each other well. As John's cousin, you always hang out at gigs and such. You remember being at the very first one, sitting on the side of the stage when a boy with a white jacket and guitar on his back kept staring at you. Turns out that's Paul, a guitarist who was interested in the band, not you. Probably. However when John asked if he wanted beer, the boy replied with 'a tea would be lovely.' And for some reason, that's been stuck in your head every time he's around. Today, no different.

You're helping out for a while, the band outside in the yard. Being told to go check on them, you sneak outside. The boys are laughing and drinking whatever shit that'll destroy their livers, but Paul just sits there. Before thinking you pipe up, every pair of eyes on you now.

"Paul, would you like a tea?" He nods a bit

"Please, actually." He smiles, sending you back in to make it.