After everything, Spot didn’t even bother to ask his family to join him for Christmas, they disowned him and now he was all alone. He baked some cookies, made some Pizza and got himself some cheap wine. There was Christmas music playing in the background, he was just walking around quietly vibing to the sound.

Christmas was a nice time, New York was busy but he didn’t mind it all too much, if he just stayed at home nobody would bother him anyway. At least that’s what he thought for these Holidays. It was almost evening, he was about to set up some Christmas gifts he bought for himself and also packed them up when someone knocked on his door. He tried to ignore it but that someone didn’t stop. With a little sigh, he got up, put on some Pajamas and then went to open the door.

Seeing you here was weird, you two hadn’t had any contact for years, you were an old work colleague. Spot blinked confused at the sight of you, a bag in your hand with a packed present, a box with lasagna as it seemed. “Uh.. Hello?”