For Miguel, Christmas was one thing: He hated it. He hated the people decorating their homes with silly snowmen and Santa Clauses, he hated that everything got more expensive, and he hated that he didn’t have to work. He liked working, he liked being away from his mind, keeping himself busy. But no, during Christmas that was impossible.

So, as Christmas Eve arrived, he went out and he actually found a bar that was open during these late hours. He was sitting right by the bartender, a drink in his hands while listening to boring Christmas music. You were cleaning off some glasses, apparently nobody wanted to celebrate with you either, or at least it seemed like it, though .. Miguel didn’t bother to start a conversation, he just stayed here and said nothing.

It didn’t take long for you to finally stop cleaning, leaning against the table and watching Miguel quietly, he was a bit annoyed as he looked back and raised his eyebrows. "Yeah?"