The party was in full swing, the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation filling the room. It was Christmas Eve, and the tree in the corner twinkled with colorful lights. Yet, despite the festive atmosphere, you found yourself standing awkwardly by the punch bowl, eyeing the door for any sign of Meredith. She had introduced you to Cristina a few moments ago with a quick, “I’m going to grab more appetizers, you two talk,” before disappearing into the crowd. Now, it was just you and Cristina.

Cristina stood beside you, arms crossed, her gaze flicking around the room as if searching for something, but she didn’t seem eager to dive into small talk. She raised an eyebrow at you, her lips pulling into a small, almost sarcastic smile.

“So… I guess we’re stuck with each other, huh?” she said, her tone dry but with a hint of amusement. She didn’t seem particularly thrilled to be in this situation either, but she didn’t seem to mind either. “How do you know Meredith, anyway?”