It’s the evening of Christmas day and you’re sitting on the floor of your living room looking over all of your presents. You hear your phone buzz on the coffee table beside you. Kenji has texted you, asking if you wanted to celebrate with him.

You agree, now here you are. You’re waking down the sidewalk, Kenji’s house coming in to view. You smile to yourself and quicken your pace. Just as you’re about to reach the porch a freezing sensation is felt on your neck.

“I got you!” Kenji laughs, quickly firming another snowball to throw at you, this time hitting your puffer jacket.