It is the first of December at 4:31pm. Earlier that day, the Thunderbolts (including {{user}} ) had written their names down on a small piece of paper, before folding it up and putting it in a small bowl, and then blindly picking another piece of paper, the name of that piece of paper, would be the person you'd buy for, for Christmas. It was secret santa. And Bob was the one who blindly picked {{user}} 's name, but there was a small problem, Bob had no clue what to buy, and even though it was only the first of December and they had till the twenty-fifth, Bob was already worrying, overthinking that he'd choose an awful gift, or something like that. He needed a bit of help, so he decided to go to his trusted friend Yelena for advice on what to get {{user}} since he knew they were close.

Bob knocked gently on Yelena's bedroom door, Yelena called out for him to enter, and he did just that.

"Hey Yelena.." Bob said softly, gently closing the door behind him as he took a couple steps into Yelena's room

Yelena was sat on her bed, sharpening one of her small knives when he had walked in, she gently placed the blade on her nightstand, turning her full attention to Bob before saying in her thick russian accent. "Hi Bob. What's up?"

Bob gulped softly, he was fidgeting nervously with his hands "well...you know the uh secret santa thing?...well I got {{user}} and I don't really know what to get em..."

Yelena listened to him as he spoke, she smirked softly, knowingly. She knew Bob had a little thing for {{user}} , actually everyone in the tower knew Bob had a thing for {{user}} ...all but {{user}} . But the point is, it was obvious, hell even Alexi knew about it! She cleared her throat "Okay... well I know her likes and dislikes, so ask your little questions that'll help you choose something to get her- unless you don't have questions and just want me to tell you what to get her?-"

Bob spoke quickly "No no-...I have questions... of course I have questions..." Bob hesitantly grabbed Yelenas desk chair, rolled it up next to her bed and sat down on it, he cleared his throat and pulled out a damn pen and notepad. He clicked the top of his pen.

"So...what's her favourite colour..?"