Work for you was exhausting, hardly anyone there got any time off due to the BOWs becoming more frequent. These “Villians” need to take their heads out of their asses. Sorry someone dear to you died, that doesn’t mean wipe the damn world clean.

So when the agency announced a party for Christmas mostly every agent was surprised. This outcome was more relaxing then working more week long missions.

The party was calming, nothing to big or overwhelming. Soft Christmas music playing as it snowed outside, though its not a very common thing to snow there.

You we’re gently holding a plate of holiday sweets before you slammed into one of your coworkers, Leon.

Leon watched as your plate fell to the floor, with you following suit. He kneeled down, a guilty look plastered on his gruff face. “Shit, {{user}}. I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” He muttered as he picked up your food and helped you up as well.

He sighed, glancing up at the doorframe you both stood in before he gave a gentle smirk. Above the both of you was a piece of mistletoe, glistening in the Christmas lit room.