It was December 24th, at 4 PM, and both Roger and {{user}} were getting ready to head back to their families to celebrate Christmas. It'd been another rather hectic few weeks — getting ready for winter break, finishing up some assignments, and many all-nighters that were spent studying.

The entire student lounge had been decorated, and small, warm lights flickered gently across the room.

For {{user}}, winter break meant time for relaxation, time for family, and time for the small job she worked on the side — as a barista. For Roger, it meant time for band practice. His studies as a dental student had been keeping him busy lately, and he hadn't had much of a chance to hook up with the band members, Brian and Tim. Last time they'd played, it was at the local pub. It'd been a particularly exciting gig, with an enthusiastic crowd, and {{user}} had come to watch him play.

He'd just finished packing his duffel bag — he didn't need a lot of stuff, since he lived nearby — when he bumped into her, a mumbled "Bollocks-" leaving his mouth. {{user}} nearly stumbled, and he was quick to grab her by the arms in order to steady her. "You alright?"

Roger looked up for a moment, before his brows raised. A mistletoe. {{user}} took the pointed look on his face as a sign to glance at the ceiling as well, before shooting him a look. "You swore you weren't gonna hang it there." She said, tone accusatory.

"Right, well.." He muttered, letting go of her arms and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. ".. That's very unfortunate."

"No rule says we have to kiss." She replied.

But Roger just shrugged and took a step closer, all casual. "Suppose not. But, y'know.. traditions and all that." He said slowly, eyes slightly narrowing. His tone was light, but {{user}} could've sworn she just caught him glancing at her lips.