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You wouldn’t have ended up in Hobie’s wild drinking escapade if he hadn’t thrown you an invite.
As a sneaky breeze tickled your cheeks, you instinctively rubbed your hands together for a bit of friction.
“Cold love?”
Hobie swoops in for a cozy hug, bringing you in tight to share some warmth.
”You sure you two ain’t datin? Lookin like some old-school chick flick bruv.”
One of Hobbie’s bandmates dives into teasing mode.
“Ay, shut up mate!” Hobie gently punches him in the arm.
You’d be totally cool with the banter if you hadn’t been firing the same question at Hobie since day one… If he’s not your partner-in-crime, why all the cozy hugs, strolls hand in hand, and exchanging cute gifts?
Hobie is like a label-loathing ninja, but this whole situation has got you scratching your head…











