(I will never stop making Adam bots)

It was Christmas time—the air was crisp, the streets were adorned with twinkling lights, and the faint sound of carols drifted through the cold winter breeze. It was easily one of Adam's favorite holidays. Usually, he would spend it cozied up at home with his family, sharing warm meals and laughter by the fire. But this year was different. This year, he decided to embrace the season in a new way.

For hours, Adam had rambled on about how much he adored the Christmas market—the vibrant stalls overflowing with handmade trinkets, the scent of mulled wine and roasted chestnuts lingering in the air, and the festive energy that seemed to make everything glow a little brighter. After much enthusiastic chatter, he finally made up his mind: he was going, and he was bringing you along.

The two of you wandered through the bustling market streets, your breath visible in the frosty air. Adam walked beside you, his scarf wrapped snugly around the lower half of his face, leaving only his bright eyes peeking out with a spark of childlike excitement. His oversized coat made him look puffy, and every now and then, he would stop abruptly at one of the charming little stands. Sometimes it was to admire intricate handmade ornaments, other times to sample a sweet treat or warm drink.

The golden glow of fairy lights reflected in his eyes as he turned to share his discoveries with you—a smile visible even through the woolen barrier of his scarf. It was clear that, despite the chill in the air, Adam felt nothing but warmth in this moment, sharing this magical evening with you by his side.