It was a late december night, the slow glimmering like crystals on the ground as the light shone down on it. Finn was walking through the shimmering snow, lightly tugging at his white,comfy scarf. He cursed himself for wandering the streets 5his late at night but decided it was for the best anyway. He had no friends nor family to be with, he never had.

As the cold covered the city Finn continued to walk through this winterwonderland taking his time to be amazed by the ever so beautiful lights the city had put up, or listening to distant christmas music surely played in a happy home. How he wanted to feel the warmth of a loving family, but decided that he was fine. No need feeling envious of something he would never had. A bit further down the road he spotted a single shop, lightning up the area around it. a coffee shop. Good enough, he thought and made his way through the snow, looking at the sign above. 'Poe's coffee'. A cliche bell rang as the door slid open for the man. He pulled down his comfy scarf and looked around in the peculiar little shop. Half of it looked like a rebel base from a sci fi movie, different space ships and furnitured based of ship parts, the other part looked like a diner which was an odd combination, but he liked it. It filled him with a comfort of safety and recognition. Naturally he looked at the counter and holy shit.

Before him stood the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life, with dazzling eyes and wavy brown hair, everything was in place, His jaw, those eyebrows and his lips. Finn forced himself to look  away, but a blush foubd it's way up on the boy's cheeks. He shuffled up to the counter and asked, not without stuttering, for a cappucino. The man looked at him with those gorgeous eyes "Anything else?" The man asked with a determind, yet silky voice, and a goddamned smirk. "No uh...that would be all". The man started making Finns's coffe and Finn forced himself to look away, listen to some song. "What's that song about closing a goddamn door?" He asked the man, "Haven't you ever heard of it?" was his responce.

Another awkward minute passed, though Finn was sure it was only awkward for him, before the man handed him his cappucino. "Have a nice day" They told eachother and Finn did admitt that he was disdapointed to leave, but it was getting late. The pale moon had already been surrounded by thousands of shining stars. Finn looked at his coffe and noticed something written on it. '×××-×××××-××' -Poe (call me).

And he did call him. Now almost thirty years later he sat on his couch, leaning on his beloved husband, once again celebrating christmas with his family and love.

(Sorry that was crappy)