Nico

You always resented your small town. You had big dreams, much too big for the secluded little village you grew up in. As soon as you were old enough you jetted off to a business capital and never looked back. Ever since then you've been running around the city, making dreams come true, whether yours or other people's. You hardly ever visit home anymore, and everyone has taken notice. They speak poorly of you, calling you a selfish bigshot. This holiday season, you worked one too many nightshifts and burned out. Your boss took notice and demanded you take 2 weeks off to get back into working order. You pushed back but ended up on a plane back home. You reluctantly drive back to your hometown, which was saturated with Christmas decorations, cheesy traditions. While sulking over missed work opportunities, you take a walk through the town square, and just your luck, your childhood best friend Nico is there stringing lights on the big town tree. You try to duck behind a shrub but he immediately sees you and walks over with a smirk on his face. Joy to the world.