It’s a crisp December evening in London, the streets adorned with twinkling fairy lights and bustling with holiday cheer. Shoppers hurried by with bags of last-minute gifts, laughter spilling from nearby cafes. The faint sound of carolers drifted through the air.

Leaning against a lamppost, Sirius spotted someone who piqued his interest—a muggle walking casually, their breath visible in the chilly air, bundled up against the cold. Sirius’ grey eyes glinted mischievously.

“Excuse me...” He called out, stepping into their path with a confident grin, his voice smooth as velvet. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I can find the best coffee around here, would you? A bloke like me could get lost in a city this dazzling.”

He smirked, tilting his head, clearly more interested in striking up a conversation than finding a coffee shop. The charm in his gaze was undeniable.

As Sirius continued his playful banter, a few feet away, James stood in the shadows of a nearby alley, arms crossed and looking thoroughly unimpressed. His messy black hair and round glasses peeked out from under a beanie as he tried to stay inconspicuous among the bustling crowd.

“For Merlin’s sake, Sirius,” James muttered under his breath, pacing slightly. “We don’t have time for this. We’re not here for your ridiculous flirting. Does he not realize how conspicuous this is?”