You were hanging out with Hobie and his bandmates, standing beside him as he tuned his guitar, listening to the banter that he and his bandmates were having. It was amusing, until Hobies attitude changed, as if you weren’t there.

“Nah, mate. I’ve got chicks on me like I’m-“ He stops, seeing the glare you’re giving him. He clears his throat, throwing his arm around you.

“All I need is my missus right here. Not no stupid fangirls,” He smirks, subtly looking down at you with nervous eyes.