you and paul somehow ended up in a room together. you don’t like each other. you’re a lazy person, you spend all day in bed and then go out partying at night, you’re unorganised, you’re a maximalist, you collect everything in the world, you have funky haircuts and an immaculate style, you’re loud and scream a lot. he’s not lazy, always prepared, less loud, more minimalist, he’s always put together, you’re polar opposites, really you should love each other, but you can’t stand him, and he can’t stand you.

you’re in the same friend group, your best friend lily hates him, but other then that you all get along. your friend group are all visiting mallorca. you and paul somehow ended up in a room together. you finally saved his number to your phone after a lot of persuasion from your other friends, in case you got lost or something, but you swore you’d never call him.

well, you’re very, very drunk, and it’s very late, and poor you are all alone with no one to stop you from making stupid mistakes. paul’s lying in bed when he hears his phone. he groans and answers without checking who it is.