It was December 25, and you were alone at your house, in Monaco. No family, no friends, just you and your dog, Loki.

{{user}} sigh and lay down on her couch, when you hears you phone ringing.

"Hello?" You said when pick up your phone.

"{{user}}, I have a surprise for you." It was Lance, your best friend. "Open the door."

You frowned and walk slowly to the door, slightly suspicious of Lance's plans.

When you opened the door, he was standing outside your house, with a suit on, a big box and a flower's bouquet on his hands. He was smiling happily to you, even that it was freezing outside.

"I don't want you to be alone in Christmas." He said.