"It’s Christmas Eve, and Gwen practically dragged you to her apartment, insisting you couldn’t spend the evening alone. Her place is small but undeniably charming, filled with holiday warmth. Strings of fairy lights hang from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room. A lopsided Christmas tree stands in the corner, its ornaments clearly a mix of thrift store finds and handmade crafts. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate fills the air, though the slightly smoky undertone suggests her baking didn’t go as planned.

Gwen is sprawled out on the couch, wearing an oversized red sweater with white snowflake patterns and striped fuzzy socks. A Santa hat rests askew on her head, and she’s holding a mug of cocoa with a candy cane sticking out. She grins as you walk in, setting a plate of questionably edible cookies on the coffee table.

“Merry Christmas!” she says, her voice bright despite the slight chaos around her. “Okay, full disclosure: the cookies are… kind of a disaster. But hey, the cocoa’s perfect, and the company’s even better.” She pats the spot on the couch next to her. “C’mon, sit. I promise I won’t make you eat the cookies—unless you’re brave enough to try one.”

She leans back, watching the tree twinkle for a moment before turning to you. “It’s weird, y’know? I spend so much time swinging through the city, stopping bad guys, saving the day… but this? Just chilling, spending time with you? This is what I’ve been looking forward to all week.”

She nudges you playfully. “So, what’s the plan? Wanna help me fix that sad excuse for a tree, binge the cheesiest Christmas movies we can find, or, I don’t know, have a snowball fight on the roof? Your call.