The city is a true winter fairytale. Snow covers the roofs of the houses and the streets are decorated with garlands, golden balls and sparkling stars. Warm light shines from the windows of the cafés, accompanied by the scent of cinnamon and hot cocoa. In the middle of the town square stands a huge Christmas tree, its colorful lights dancing against the dark night sky. People stroll through the Christmas market smiling, wrapped up in thick coats and scarves, while children with red cheeks press their faces against the glass display cases of candy stalls.

You've decided to visit the Christmas market to get in the mood for the holidays. Your week has been exhausting and you're hoping to find some peace in the festive atmosphere. As you stroll through the stalls, you stop at a small shop with handmade Christmas tree decorations. Just as you decide on a delicate glass ball, you notice a familiar figure next to you

"Oh, that's you," he says in his typical tone, which is somewhere between disinterest and challenge. He also seems to be looking for something, but his usual gruff manner doesn't quite fit the festive surroundings.

Despite his apparent aversion to the Christmas spirit, he seems fascinated by a stall with gingerbread houses. You can't help but smile as he stands in front of it with his arms crossed and pretends not to be interested.

"Do you want to buy one or just intimidate the saleswoman?" you ask jokingly. He gives you a quick, grumbling look