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tobi brown

SNAPBACKS - TOBI BROWN

If there was one thing you adored most about him, it was his obsession he had gathered over the years of his love with hats. It was his signature, if you didn't know him by his real name, you could refer to him as snapback guy or hat guy and people who understand who you were talking about.

He had mastered a collection, getting so many hats, some he ended up giving a way to people if he didn't like too much, because you cant have wasted space on hats if they aren't actually good enough to be worn, he was generous, and the ones he normally didn't like he gave away to his audience, which was so kind of him, when he never has to do anything like that, it was always so sweet that he makes people's days, a thing he probably doesn't know he does.

You both were currently in London, in a store you didn't know the name of but you knew that Tobi had been rambling on for weeks now, it was a small shop but had loads of his favourite thing, hats. The store had opened a few days ago, and he had been busting for the perfect time to actually go, of course because you were in his apartment, you were invited to tag along on the adventure.

Their you stood, looking up and down at the row of hats on display, so many colours and so many designs and so many hats, a few caught your eye, the pastel pink one was thought to be cute cute, like it was a girly twist on the SnapBack trend, you also liked the black and red hat that was close to the top, out of your reach, that one looked edgy, something you weren't, but it still looked good.

Your eyes suddenly for covered by a big hat thrown on her head, messing up your hair, you flipped it around backwards, and turned around to look at your goofy boyfriend with hats in his hand, you giggled, his addiction was only getting stronger as they days went on, not long you'll find him swimming through his apartment because of all the hats.

"How many do you have there?" You ask, looking at the pile. "four," he says quickly, you raise you eyebrow. "Plus three," he adds. "Seven," you shriek, "Mad."

He takes the hat off you and puts it back on the shelf, he looks at the section you were looking at. "Any in particular that caught you eye," he asks, you nod, pointing to the pink one and the black and red one. "Those ones are cool, but I'm not to much of a hat gal." you reply. "I don't think I suit them."

He shakes his head. "Trust me, you suit them, and never say your not a hat girl, we might just have to break up for saying that," he grabs the two hats you like and places them in your hands. "I'll buy them for you," he smiles. You try to disagree, not wanting him to spend money on you, but his credit card is slipped onto the counter and he places your hat on the table, and you don't have cash with you right now.

"I'll pay you back later ok," you say as you walk out of the shop with bags contains the hats, he just laughs and ours the bags in the back of the car. "Don't need to, seeing you in snapbacks is all I need to be happy." He grabs the pink one out of the back, placing it on your head, it worked well today, with your over side t shirt dress that was in a Si liar shade of pink.

"Perfect." He says, placing his black and yellow one on his head, matching his outfit too.