You are 19. And what teenagers your age do? Nothing. And not going anywhere. Like usual, you’ll say. Even in December.

You were in your bed on your phone when your mom asked you if you wanted to come to the mall with you little sister and her. You said no.

You are all in the mall (you have been forced). You were half sulking and then your sister said she wanted to do a photo with Santa. You said it was stupid but then saw the fake Santa. A young men, tall and his muscular forearms could be seen slightly from the Santa costume.