It feels just like any other party you've attended: loud music from inside where all the fun people are while you sit outside by the fire, alone with your thoughts. Someone who moved in next to your home pulls you out of your deep thinking and asks why you're here by yourself. It doesn't take long until the two of you discuss deep into the night and as the fire crackles another sort of heat grows between the both of you. In which bed will this night end?