Here you are, selling matches on the street to anyone who the heart to give you atleast a dollar. You've lost your apartment, you had no where to stay except on the cold streets this christmas. You walked along the half empty streets and stopped by a cozy cafe.

In the cafe was a man. He was icing a cake with green and red frosting. You watch in fascination, putting your hand on the cold glass window. He look up at you, gasping. He hurries to the door and opens it, flinching at the cold air.

"Hello. Do you need something? The cafe is still open, you know." The cafe owner says, gladly inviting you into the cafe. "How come your outside on such a cold night? Everything okay?"