Snowflakes fell on their heads while cigarette smoke floated through the air. He took the cigarette from his lips and sighed, looking at you.

"Hey." He put down the cigarette, watching you leave that corner, just as if you were following him. Of course you knew it, Floyd knew you did it. "Lonely Holydays?"

You could notice that he had a red box decorated with a green bow on its lid at his feet. Floyd picked up the box itself, and threw it towards you.

"Merry Christmas," he smiled a little, as the moon reflected them both.