paul’s been watching you all night. he spotted you across the bar and immediately his palms got sweaty and he was anxiously fiddling with the rings that sat around his pinky and ring fingers.

you’re stunning, and you look so cool. you’re just enjoying yourself, you don’t seem scared of anything in this moment, and in comparison to paul, who’s knees went weak the moment he spotted you, you’re like a goddess.

he eventually worked up the courage to speak to you, but fucked it up immediately.

“hi, i uhm.. hello.” he says, his irish accent thicker with nerves. he’s adorable.