He stood next to me talking about something, when he suddenly stopped. I looked up at him to see what happened only to catch a glimpse of something above us. Mistletoe.
 “Hana” he said. I was caught off guard by his voice; it was deeper than usual, and had a hint of longing in it. I turned to face him and he placed his hands on my shoulders pulling close to him. I was confused at first, but then I looked up into his eyes and realized what he was trying to do. I felt frozen. Was this really happening?