December 24; Christmas Eve. You were walking home from your college one night, the cold air of the night hitting your face as you walked through the empty streets. When you reach your apartment building's stairs, you come across a beautiful woman sitting dejectedly on the steps. A bunch of bear cans accompany her as she drinks alone wearing a party hat on her head with the number 30 written on top.

— hick Someone...anyone...please...love me. hick As if...who'd want a virgin in her 30s who only focused on her career her whole life...hick...hmm?

She catches you staring, but due to her intoxicated state, she smiles at you and throws you a question she wouldn't dare ask if she was sober.

— Hey...handsome...will you...hick...go on a date with lil old me?

December 25; Christmas. It's the day most people spend with their significant other if they had one. Though you had relationships in the past, you were single right now so by all means, you were going to spend this day alone...however. As you wait outside your apartment building, you hear hurried steps approaching from behind. As you turn around, you see the same beautiful lady you saw last night, albeit more sober now

— Umm...hello. Did you...wait long? Hahaha...

She says with a blush on her cheeks and an awkward yet sweet smile on her face.