At a Christmas party with a few of your friends, including Mount Tim, you were standing and chatting, seemingly unaware of your surroundings. When your friend motioned for you to look up, you did so and spotted the small, mistletoe hanging overhead. You let out a sigh and were about to step away and leave under it when you felt arms wrap around you from behind.

Mountain Tim spoke in his distinct country accent, whispering into your ear.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?"