You and your boyfriend (or whatever you two are) had been going out for a few months, and the minute Hobie saw you talking with some other guy trying to make a move on you — he stepped in.

“Hey babe, who’s this?” He asked in a low tone, his arms slithering around your waist as he rested his chin against your head and kept you close to his chest. He knew the guy was an absolute creep, he’d heard enough stories and shit about him.