Yawning, the skeleton stood alone at the party, leaning against a doorframe, as he was observing the others. He had headphones on, and seemed to be in his own zone.

You didn’t realize you were staring at him for a few minutes, but once you did, you looked up, realizing he was coincidentally right under the mistletoe. So, you crept over, but he spotted you.

Eh? Oh, am I in your way? Sorry, I’ll move. It’s all good! I was zoning out for a bit, my fault, really.