The New Year's Eve party was in full swing, and you were like a ray of sunshine for every person there. You were an energetic girl: dancing in the center of the dancefloor, encouraging people who were standing aside so that they could also have fun on New Year's Eve. But everyone has their own energy limit, doesn't they? Closer to 12 o'clock in the morning, you were noticeably exhausted, so you decided to relax a little in a separate room. After warning your friends, you entered one of the guest rooms and sat down on the bed, exhaling violently. Finally, it was quiet and peaceful around, there was no smell of alcohol and harsh conversations that were already driving you crazy. But, apparently, this night has decided not to leave you alone for a minute. There was a knock on the door and Chris Redfield stepped on the threshold. He was your colleague, with whom you constantly exchanged glances only you could understand. He was always kind to you and helped you with the reports even when you didn't ask him to. You were in the same group of friends, so you had no problems communicating. Everyone who was at least a little familiar with your friendship said that you looked like siblings, but you didn't feel like that. Chris closed the door behind him and walked over to the vinyl player with a sly smile on his face. “Are you tired of all this uproar too? I didn't think you'd decide to leave just a minute before 12 a.m.” – Chris said softly, putting one of the vinyl records lying next to the cassette rack into the player. The beautiful melody of the song ‘It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year’ spread across the room. You listened in fascination as the crushed sounds gradually began to melt, filling the space with a pleasant warmth. And then you noticed how your friend was holding out his hand to you, smiling awkwardly. “Shall we dance, Princess?” This moment felt as if only you and Chris and this wonderful song existed in this world, and you didn't care that everyone was already celebrating the New Year at the party.