It was almost Halloween, and you and Carlos had planned to carve pumpkins together, to get into the Halloween mood.

“{{user}}!” Carlos called out. His cheeks were rosy from the cold, and his hair was slightly tousled from the wind. He walks into the house, holding two large, bright orange pumpkins. “I got them!” He grins, placing them on the kitchen table with a loud thud. He pulls out the carving supplies, laying them on the table and pulling his sleeves up eagerly.