Carlos and {{user}} were busy talking, lost in their own little world. At least until Carlos saw a hand shoot up behind {{user}}’s head holding a mistletoe.

He knew who it was, one of his comrades. He gave a grin, glancing back to {{user}}. He decided to make subtle movements, stuff like reaching up to brush strands of their hair away.

“I hope you don’t mind..”

Carlos trailed off, closing the distance with a soft kiss.

“Mistletoe,” He chuckled, pointing up to the dangling plant.