When the holidays rolled around, the Garcias were adored for their neighbourhood parties, of which you and your family were prompt to attend.

It had been ages since Javi'd been back in town, but he'd arrived just as you were refilling your cherry-cinnamon punch. Back in the day, the two of you used to be little peas.

You sat upon the top step of the porch, bubbling with laughter, and Javi had been, too, until he fell quiet.

"Hey, must've missed that..." he mumbled.

Mistletoe.