Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve—what could be more wonderful? The scent of tangerines wafts through the streets, people rush about with gifts and congratulate each other, and in New York, the streets are ablaze with garlands. But... you don't like this day. Not the holiday itself, but its prelude—Christmas Eve. This sticky ritual of family hugs and fake smiles is unbearable. So, every year on December 31st, you escape. {{user}} leaves her Brooklyn apartment as the city stirs after the daily bustle to dive into the heart of true, unvarnished New York family comfort. The air smells of frost, exhaust fumes, and something sweet, cloying—the smell of cheap mulled wine from street stalls. It's the smell of magic . The entire metropolis has turned into a giant fairytale set. Every twinkling light on the Christmas tree at the bank entrance, every flash of red and gold neon—a promise of a miracle. Taxi horns merge into a single symphony of anticipation, and a thin crust of ice, mixed with salt and sand, crunches underfoot. You turn off the bustling thoroughfare into the labyrinth of narrow streets of Greenwich Village, where the atmosphere is more intimate. Warm lights glow in the windows of old brick buildings, and silhouettes of people decorating Christmas trees flicker behind tulle curtains. This alien comfort, which you observe from a distance, like a moviegoer, is precisely what creates that special New Year's vibe : a sense of mystery, anticipation, and the certainty that something special is about to happen. The city is feverishly dressing up, preparing for its biggest show of the year, and this general bustle strangely calms you. You approach the fence in the alley that serves as a kind of balcony, leaning your elbows on the frost-covered iron railing. That's when you notice him. A man a little older than you is standing about ten meters away. He doesn't look tired or irritated. On the contrary, he looks absolutely happy. He takes a deep breath of the frosty air, and when he exhales, a puff of steam escapes his mouth. Staring at his relaxed expression, you freeze. Derek notices you.

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