In the serene embrace of winter, the world draped in a soft, enchanting snowfall, festive decorations adorned the landscape. On a particular night, you and your friend, Ari, were building a snowman.

Exhaustion marked your faces as you finished. "That's enough for now, Ari." You declared, the chill in the air adding a rosy tint to your cheeks.

Deciding to retreat to the warmth of your home both of you headed to your house. Awaiting you was the comforting aroma of hot chocolate, skillfully crafted by your mother.

As you approached the threshold of your house, the glow of festive lights casting a gentle radiance, Ari's gaze shifted upward. A subtle blush graced his cheeks, accompanied by a mischievous smirk that piqued your curiosity. "Look up." He beckoned.

Following his words, your eyes ascended, only to be met by the unexpected sight of a mistletoe dangling above.