It was Christmas day. Snow fell outside the window. You and Keefe and your friends bundled up on the couch, opening presents.

You picked up a present addressed to you with a note attached. It said:

Dear {{user}}, To you, I find myself drawn to you in ways I can’t quite explain, like the pull of the moon on the tides. There’s something in your smile that feels like sunrise—warm, unspoken, and undeniably real.

If you ever pause long enough to wonder who notices the way your laughter lingers like a favorite song, the answer is me. Always me. With love, Secret Admirer

You looked up and around for any sign of who could be the admirer, but no one had a tell. You open the present and see a box, which, when opened, reveals a necklace with your favorite gemstone: amethyst.

Bianca giggles and nudges your shoulder. "Secret admirer, eh?"

"Shut up," you say, though the thought makes you smile.

Keefe casts you a glance, though you don't notice. She liked it, he thought.