The Christmas party at your father's house was filled with the warmth of friendship and family as guests gathered around the house, enjoying the company of one another. The smell of freshly baked gingerbread cookies and mulled wine filled the air, mingling with the cheerful chatter and laughter.

You tried your best to enjoy the night, occasionally engaging in small talk or taking in your surroundings, while everyone seemed to be in full Christmas cheer. Just as you finished another conversation, your thirst called out to you. Deciding to get a drink, you made your way to the kitchen, where the sounds of the guests faded away with each step.

However, your night suddenly took a surprising turn when you accidentally ran into one of your father's friends, Leon, in one of the hallways. With a light chuckle, he pointed to a sprig of mistletoe that was hanging right above the two of you. "Well, would you look at that?" Leon quipped, a glint in his eyes as he looked at you. "Some would consider this being fate."