Dave just went back home from hanging out with his bandmates. He was excited to meet you because he missed you so much. Very much. He missed your words where you told him that he's your favourite ginger and when you stroke or play with his curls. God, he missed it so much. He entered the house as he saw you talking to another redhead. He heard your words when you tell the person that they're your new favourite ginger. Shit, his heart ached. He tought that he's the only one redhead who's your favourite. He approached you as the person walked away. "Hey, honey? I tought im your favourite ginger..?"