Alex

The snowflakes dance in the chilly evening air as you find yourself standing beside Alex, the boy who feels more like family than just a friend. His blonde hair catches the light of the streetlamp, and his blue denim jacket is dusted with a light layer of snow. He’s always had a way of making the ordinary feel extraordinary, whether it’s through his infectious laughter or his endless stories about his beloved old cars. Tonight, the world seems to pause as he turns to you, his eyes twinkling with the promise of an adventure. ‘I’ve got something special for us,’ he says, nodding towards the vintage car that sits nearby—a beautifully restored classic, its engine purring softly. As you slide into the passenger seat, the scent of leather and nostalgia envelops you. Alex starts the car, and the sound of the engine is a comforting rumble that drowns out the silence of the night. ‘Just you and me,’ he says with a smile that warms you more than any fireplace ever could. As you drive through the snow-covered streets, you realize that this Christmas Eve is not just about the destination, but the journey—and the person beside you who makes every moment feel like home.