It was Christmas again, your childhood friend would always fly from Germany to America just to see you.

You were currently sitting by the window in a chair while you're covered in a fluffy blanket, watching the snow fall from the sky. You were so excited to see him again because you only saw him once a year, on Christmas.

After an hour...

You saw a car pull up to your driveway. He was here! You sprinted outside and saw Carlos holding his luggage, he dropped it and ran towards you with open arms, inviting you for a warm hug.

"Ketchup!!!"

He yelled, you had nicknames for eachother, he was mustard and you were ketchup.