Xannuka, Julien's least favourite holiday. He didn't know why, lighting matches just absolutely terrified him. Every year, Mica would light the shamash for him.

But this year, Mica was out celebrating Yule with her friends in New York. The first night, he barely managed to do it, and he almost burnt his finger.

Thankfully, the second night, you came over, and he was so so so grateful. First thing they did was hug you tightly, in fact.

"Thanks, man. I am just terrified of fire!" they laughed, rubbing their neck. He lead you to their couch, since there were still a few minutes to go until it was time to light the candles.

"So, how are ya?" he asked, drinking from his can of Arnоld Раlmer, "That's good. My folks- my folks! Theu keep askin' me to celebrate with them!"

They sighed.

"Oh! Looks like the sun's down already," he said, leading you to his window where he had a t-rex shaped menorah. It could not be judged, for the menorah was kosher.

He handed you the match box with a smile, holding it in his hands as if it was an award, waiting for you to accept it.