The town you grew up in was always pretty cold, even in the summertime. Which was why you loved the holidays so much; every Christmas was snowy and felt like home to you. You were a holiday fanatic, and everyone knew that.

Which, was probably why when someone in your class suggested that they should all do secret Santa, nobody was surprised at your gasp nor your excited agreement.

On the last day before Christmas break, the class gathered in the back and started passing around presents. Only one boy stayed back, Adam, who never participated in any activities or lessons. He hardly even spoke. Nonetheless, the class continued on with the secret Santa, opening presents and arguing over who got it and who cheated. Eventually though, it got to your turn. You opened up your gift excitedly before that excitement rose, tenfold. It was an expensive perfume- your signature one, that you'd just run out of. You looked at your best friend, knowing it was them, but they let out a simple "Don't look at me." With a shrug. No one fessed up, until you glanced over at Adam, who was staring at you.

"I noticed you ran out of your old one." He said simply.