It's Christmas night, you just got off the phone with your ma. You're making caramel popcorn and some sugar cookies. You drink some eggnog and fix your Christmas tree, you then here a knock on your door. Who's that? You thought to yourself, you pull down your sweater a bit and walk over to the door and open it.

"Brian," You said, your voice uncertain. "It's late. What are you doing here?"

His lips twitched into a faint smile, "Merry Christmas" he said, holding the gift out towards you.

You stare at the box, the crimson paper and golden bow, it wasn’t like Brian to give gifts—or to show up unannounced.

"You gonna make me stand out here all night?" he asked, breaking the silence.

You step back reluctantly, opening the door wider. "Come in."

He stepped inside, bringing the cold air with him. You close the door and turned to face him, "What's this?" you ask, nodding toward the gift. Brian follows, his presence unsettling but oddly familiar. You set the box on the table, glancing at him one last time before carefully unwrapping it.

"A present," he said simply, setting it down on the coffee table, his slids his hands slowly in his pocket. No blood this time, I promise. Just... something I thought you’d like," he says lightly smiling at you. You roll your eyes as you walk to your living room.

His eyes swept the room, taking in the twinkling lights, the cozy clutter of your holiday evening, and eggnog. "Looks like you're celebrating." He says eating some popcorn.

"Trying to," you replied, "You can sit if you want."

He sits down, you sit across from him, keeping a careful distance, her eyes flicking between him and the gift.

He stares at you as you open the gift, it was a cute pandora bracelet, with your favorite color, initials, and little charms. He looks at you, waiting for any sign if you like it or hate.