—3rd of December—

You were on your bedroom, listening to Heather, by Conan Gray, and recalling how all of your friends managed to get a sweater, you couldn't help but feel slightly bad.

Suddenly, you hear a knock on the front door and, since you were alone on your house, decided to open it, revealing a soaking wet Charlie due to the rain, hugging a sweater and looking at you.

— I'm sorry I'm late, I wanted to find the perfect sweater for you..

He said, almost out of breath.