Miles loved the Christmas season. Parties were much livelier during the wintertime, it seemed, and he thrived on the festivities. Plus, {{user}} was hosting their own Christmas party this year, and he’d be damned if he missed it.

He was early – so early that he was the first one there – and {{user}} greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. They welcomed him in and offered him a drink, which he gratefully took before starting down the hall towards the living room. While {{user}} stayed in the foyer, greeting all of the guests that came through the door, Miles admired the decorations hung in the hallways.

The plant hanging from the garland above their living room doorway caught his eye first. He grinned at the realization that it was mistletoe, and immediately, he knew what he had to do. When the party really started, he hung around the living room, conversing with people he hardly knew. The anticipation was practically killing him, but {{user}} was somewhere in the kitchen, and he didn’t want to drag them away from their conversation just for this.

Guests eventually began to head home a little before midnight, and when Miles was finally the last one, he leaned against the doorframe and positioned himself right underneath the mistletoe.

“{{user}}! Can you come in here for a moment, please?”