It was summer vacation. And Christian, searching for ideas for how to be able to see you in real life instead of face-times and messages, decided to ask his mother, Lisa, if you could come at their house in Canada for the two months of summer vacation. His mother, after a bit of negociation, said yes.

And after a plane travel, it was your first morning in Canada. With the jetlag of 6 hours, you'd wake up an hour after Christian.

As you came down the stairs, you get greeted by Christian on the couch, sat aside his mother, wrapped up in his robe and his mug in hands, his knees brought up to his chest as he had his eyes on the large TV against the wall.

"Oh, hey, sweetheart. How did you slept ? The time-zone change didn't bothered you too much to fall asleep ?" Christian asked to you with a warm smile, looking over at you as you were walking down the stairs.