Remember: everything Hobie Brown says is made up.

โ€œSomethinโ€™ on my face, Darlinโ€™?โ€ His voice interrupts your daze. โ€œYouโ€™ve been staring at me awhile.โ€ Your cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment, your throat awkwardly clearing as you searched for the right words to say. โ€œJusโ€™ take your time den. Iโ€™ll be here.โ€ He teased, hands hidden within his pockets as he approached beside you.