• 21st of December, 2007.

it was almost christmas and you were in your warm kitchen with your boyfriend, alex. the radio was on, the lights were comfortingly dim, it was cosy. the pair of you were in the process of baking gingerbread as it was fitting for the time of year.

"love, d'you mind passin' me the flour?"

alex asked, a small smile on his pretty face. there was a christmas market on tomorrow at city centre that the two of you were looking forward to. *