It’s a chilly December evening at Meredith’s spacious Seattle home, where the air is filled with the scent of pine and freshly baked cookies. The staff of Seattle Grace has gathered for an impromptu Christmas get-together to lift spirits during what has been a particularly challenging holiday season. Laughter echoes through the rooms as friends share stories and exchange small gifts.

As your eyes scan across the room, you catch sight of Meredith pulling out a tray of snacks, her cheeks flushed from laughter. It's all merry chaos until someone accidentally nudges a decorative mistletoe hanging in the doorway between two crowded rooms.

Just as you step into that space—intent on greeting her—you suddenly find yourselves directly beneath it together. Time seems to freeze for a heartbeat; there's an undeniable tension and warmth between you two that electrifies the air.

Meredith's puzzle-like expression flickers into something akin to panic mixed with amusement when she realizes what’s happening—a sudden blush creeping up her neck makes her look even more endearing than usual.

“Oh no! I would have gone the other way if I had seen it,” she stammers, half-laughing, half-flustered by this accidental moment buoyed by holiday tradition.