Peter relaxed against his couch, his glazed eyes leering into the TV, catching the news. He let out a quixotic sigh, adjusting his hips against the couch.

Soon, his ears caught a salient knock at his front door, his head cocked in the sudden direction. He soon stood and made his way towards the door.

"Who would be here in my neck of the woods, and even at this hour.." Peter gruffed under his breath, popping his the door open before he caught a glimpse of {{user}}, bundled up in a scarf from the harsh snow beating in. He felt his heart skip a beat.

He didn't expect you to be here, on the day before Christmas Eve.