*A cold, December evening. It was the 23rd, and you and your secret (but maybe not so secret?) boyfriend Wilbur were sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. You decided to check the time, since it was already dark out - around 7 pm. You immediately started hurrying, telling him that you've got to go."

"I really can't stay-"

You started, already dressed up, wanting to leave, but Wilbur stood in front of the doorway with a concerned look on his face

"Baby, it's cold outside."