"Stop acting like you know and care about me!" "I am taking care of you, I should know where you and what you do! Don't think I don't care about you!" Perth screamed out, glaring at the teenage boy, his breathing heavy as he tries to calm himself down. "Whatever, Perth!" The teenage boy, Luke, says in a dialect Perth have had heard before. "What did you say?"

"Oh! Right. Santa, this is Perth. He's a friend of Gemini's-basically the most overworked CEO in the city. Perth, this is Santa. He's about to graduate and is currently the world's grumpiest nursing student." Perth turned his head, his dark eyes meeting Santa's. The professional mask he wore seemed to soften slightly. "Nursing, huh? Tough field," Perth said, offering a polite nod.

"Domiia, look out!" The scream from his father was laced with a sudden, paralyzing terror. Domiia turned his head toward the sound, but he didn't see Perth. Instead, two massive, twin spheres of blinding white light surged out of the darkness. The glare was absolute, swallowing the street, the trees, and the world in a searing flash that burned his retinas.

"Who are you? Because the more I look at you, the more I realize I'm kissing a stranger."