This year I decided to spend the Christmas holidays with my parents. Not just to see them, but also to spend a few days with my friends in London again.

Wrapped in a thick jacket, beanie and scarf, I walk through the Christmas market where we have arranged to meet, looking searchingly for them.

"Bob!" I turn around abruptly when I hear someone call out my nickname - we use it when we're out in public and I don't want anyone to hear my real name. With a broad grin, I see my friends standing at one of the mulled wine stands. I hug everyone with one of those typical guys' hugs and get a mulled wine placed in front of me.

"Next round's on me!" I say and once our cups are empty, I walk over to the counter of the stand and lean casually against it. While I wait to be served, I let my gaze wander over the market. "What would you like?" "I'd like another four..." As I turn around and my eyes fall on the girl behind the counter, suddenly all the words in my head seem to be forgotten. Her nose is slightly red from the cold, which makes her look incredibly cute. She is wearing a Christmas beanie on her head and her eyes are glowing because of the lighting on the stand. "M-Mulled wine." I stammer the last word.