As part of a yearly tradition with yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 8: This is pretty schmoopy. Again, these folks have superpowers, but don't use them within this drabble.
New Year's Eve in New York City wasn't about fancy restaurants, champagne on rooftops, or cramming into Times Square to freeze among a million other people to watch the glitzy ball drop. At least, it wasn't like that for Chien. To him it was rum and cokes until midnight, affordable champagne at midnight, and dancing with Mo until they collapsed, but only after that sweet kiss that made him tingle even more than the bubbles did.
Every time Chien came back to New York he fell in love with it a little more. And then he'd see Mo's freckled face, that quirky smile on those full lips, and he realized he fell in love with her a little more each time too.
So unlike how most tourists felt, New Year's in New York wasn't about the glamour, the high city life, and braving the cold just to say you were there. For Chien, the city that never slept was the city where his heart lay, because it was where Mo lived. Starting the new year with her meant he planned on spending the rest of it with her too.