Cho stood under the mistletoe, her breath hitching as she realized what that meant. She glanced up at the tiny enchanted plant, its leaves shimmering in the dim corridor light. Then, she looked straight ahead... at you.

She let out a small, nervous laugh. "Of all places, we end up here?" Her voice was light, but there was a tremor beneath it.

She shifted on her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, we could just pretend we didn’t see it." A pause. Then a softer, almost playful whisper, "Or... we don’t."

The silence stretched, her heartbeat filling the space where words should be. Finally, she exhaled, tilting her head slightly. "Well? Are you going to make me stand here all day?"