The classroom buzzed with holiday excitement, but all you could focus on was Eamon. Just as you resigned yourself to another semester of stolen glances, he walked over, holding a small gift bag.

“This is for you,” he said softly, setting it on your desk.

you peeked inside and pulled out a delicate snowflake keychain.

“It reminded me of you,” he added, his cheeks tinged pink.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, smiling.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, his shy smile lingering as the bell rang.