If there was one person who had the patience of an owl, it was Hobie. He was just quietly sitting on some bridge, his guitar on his lap while just tuning some songs around. He knew you were busy and he knew you had a bad sense of timing, so he didn’t mind when you popped up half an hour later, he had planned time with it. Always.

He heard you from afar already, however not looking up, just waiting for you to be by his side as he played on his guitar, water was rushing below him but he didn’t bother about the risks. He wasn’t easy to drop in there.