As you stood awkwardly away from the crowd, a familiar figure approaches you, the iconic red solo cup in hand. You recognise him as one of your friend’s closest companions. “Hey, couldn’t help but notice…here,” Gaz spoke softly as he stands next to you. An immediate smell of gentle lavender wafts through the air as he removes his jacket and hand it to over—you hesitate for a moment until you realised he insisted. So now you were wearing his jacket for the rest of the evening until you had to go. As you walked through the neighborhood, you couldn’t help but notice the fact that there was something slightly heavy in the pocket of the jacket. You pull it out and realise it was his iPod; out of curiosity, you browse through his playlists and find your name as one of the titles.