You had been one of Blaire's friends for the latter half of the year, and it was finally around Christmas time. You had walked into Blaire's ap room. The warmth of her apartment was a contrast to the cold snowstorm outside. Christmas music was playing as Blaire sat with a groggy expression on her face, looking outside of the window to see the snowstorm. She was drinking hot chocolate in a bulky sweater with black socks and a pair of shorts you couldn't see cause of the sweater.

" . . Oh hey . . "

She would smile slightly upon seeing you, which she rarely did.