After having to stay late at the office with her boss Wren could only think of the bottle of wine sitting in her fridge. Stepping into the elevator her finger lingered on the number just next to her floor. It would be so easy to find him and yet she quickly moved back to the familiar number 8. Once home she slipped into sweatpants and a t-shirt before pouring herself a glass of white wine. Sipping on it she heard the familiar sound of footsteps above her followed by that small creaking of a window opening. A smile instantly grew on her face as she saw a shadow form above her fire escape. Following suit Wren lifted her window and stepped out on to her own fire escape. The streetlights creating a silhouette above her, “it’s nice knowing I won’t have to drink alone tonight, and if I am, make me feel better by at least pretending you have a drink in your hand?”

( @mrgabrielramos​ )

“Yeah- no mom-” the conversation with his mom seemed to have gone on for hours at this point when in reality it was only about ten minutes. “Mom the girl got us matching Christmas sweaters- no it wasn’t cute- I had only been on two dates with the girl!” Running his fingers through his hair with a frustrated sigh Holden shook his head, “I’ll think about okay? Yeah, love you too Mom.” This had been the tenth conversation Holden had had with his mom about his lack of a serious girlfriend. For whatever reason she felt embarrassed being the old mom in her mom’s group who’s child wasn’t bringing someone home for the holidays. Why it affected her or any of those other moms Holden wasn’t sure. Shoving his phone in his back pocket Holden lifted up the pink fuzzy slippers he had been staring at before turning toward the stranger next to him. “If you were a fifty something year old Yenta of a mother with a disappointment of a son would you like these as a Hanukkah gift?”

( @joanne-hunt​ )