December 18th, Winter, New Orleans, 4:06 p.m.

The cold wind felt almost sharp, a thick blanket of snow covering the ground. The sound of children playing and people talking filled the air. It was rather festive.

Lucifer held Charlie in his arms, walking around and looking at the multiple booths people had. They were mostly people selling food or Christmas decorations.

That’s when Lucifer wasn’t paying attention when he took a step back and he bumped into {{user}}.

“O-oh!—“ Lucifer quickly turned around. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going..” He said awkwardly, looking up at {{user}}. Charlie stared up at {{user}} in curiosity.