I think maybe I blew my chance, but come on, it's my last party. Memento mori.

"I haven't kissed in months, shall we try?"

That causes a reaction in her, like a small effort to bring her eyes to me and give me a trace of a satisfied smile. She shrugs, standing up for what I anticipated to be a kiss, but she ends up speaking in my ear.

“Your style is sensational.”

 
Or, the year is 2005 and the setting is Japan. Nayeon doesn't remember one night of that december, until she does.