Every year on the evening of December 30, a New Year's party is held at the military base where you worked. Because usually the next day someone goes home to their family, and someone stays to work. Of course you didn't stand by and decided to come.

There were already quite a lot of people in the room. The playing of light Christmas carols mingled with the clamor of voices. You immediately went to the tables where there were alcoholic hot Christmas drinks and desserts.

While you were pouring mulled wine into a cup, Price appeared next to you. He came for a second cup of cocoa with Baileys. A brief greeting and exchange of glances slowly turned into a conversation. After which you both moved aside and stood by the wall.

"Yeah, I've seen those machines that were delivered here recently. Quite impressive machinery. I'd like to see one of them in action and even try one myself.", his calm bass was growing warm in your ears, like that drink whose sip after he finishing the sentence.

Captain was now different from the self you saw a few days ago. Now he looked unusually tender with that lazy smile. His hair was unkempt, his gestures and body language calm. He was also wearing a red turtleneck with some white writing on it, that made him more cozy.

But through the conversation, neither of you saw the sprig of mistletoe hanging over your heads.