“Well well..look at that!” Javier chuckled, meeting your eyes before gesturing his head upwards. Following his eyes, you then realized he was holding a mistletoe above the both of you.

You weren’t really religious, so was most of the gang. Though Javier held reverence for the holiday. Or maybe it was just his excuse to decorate the camp.

“You know how this goes, right? You’ll have to kiss me now.” He jested, his accent rolling from his tongue. Javier’s antics would never grow old.