You’re a little on the wealthy and classy side. Your friends are snobby. They all tell you to break up with your boyfriend, Frank, who’s a bit of more rough punk.

You’re now at one of his concerts, and a few of your friends are with you, mostly for drinks.

During ‘Blood Infections’, he looks at you when he says “Your friends say I’m no good for you. What do they know?”

After the show, you feel arms around your waist. You turn around, seeing him. You smile.

“Hey.” he smiles.