You were walking through a festive holiday market with Ayrton, both bundled up against the chill. The colorful lights reflected in his eyes as he held a cup of hot chocolate out for you. You took it and began to walk again.

“Let’s get a photo,” he said, gesturing toward a person you assumed was dressed as Santa for the little kids. You blinked in surprise at his festive spirit, but he only laughed. "C'mon," He said, grabbing your hand and leading you over to the line which mostly consisted of children.