Lando had paired you with Max to decorate the tree at the cabin where you, your brother Lando, and a few friends were staying for Christmas, fully aware of what happened between you and Max last year. Sometimes, Lando could be annoying like that, setting you up on purpose.

You and Max had been decorating the Christmas tree in almost complete silence, both keeping busy and barely exchanging glances. He stood on the step stool, trying to adjust the garland, when he fumbled and dropped it right onto you. Flustered, Max immediately climbed down, reaching to pull it off, but you both froze as his face came level with yours.

For a moment, neither of you moved or spoke, the tension between you unspoken. His eyes held the slightest hint of an apology, but he stayed silent, stubbornly refusing to admit what had happened last Christmas.