The Christmas party (that you’re hosting at your house..(small) mansion really— and inviting everyone of course); it was 7:11 pm. Snowy, cold December 24th, after that modeling event thingy you were featured in.

The house was mainly white and with the walls being adorned with white snowflakes, with gold and silver ribbons. A large white (plastic) christmas tree stood in the middle of the living room, all wrapped with (gold and silver) ribbon— Wow, your house is..festive and somehow..very comfy at the same time.

You were leaning against the wall (casually) chatting with Felicia; your ex— your relationship ended on good terms, don’t worry. You two were having a ball together, just talking about past experiences, how everything was now; her and your modeling stories and incidents, etc— it was really..nice.

“Y’know, ‘been missing you and your loudmouth, mate.” Felicia smirked, her eyes narrowed slightly; a nonchalant laugh escaping her lips, she gave you a small elbow shove on the shoulder, before playfully wrapping an arm around your waist— there was something sincere in her words that she was hiding.

She was thinking of the reason you two had broken up; the reason you two broke up is..Felicia was in the wrong “crowd” at the time (a years ago), she had..drug problems, though she’s sobered up now— with some of your help that is.