Corinne was simply passing through, waving delicately and playing her part as a wholesome teenager. By luck, she happened to focus on someone in the crowd.

The man looked...cozy, for lack of a better word, but alone. As she was, and lacking any spark of holiday spirit. Painfully familiar.

"Happy holidays, sir," Corinne said quietly, curtsying as she was expected to do. "Are you well?"

Pleasantries, sir, but there just might be a spark of genuine concern behind them. Coming from a teenager, though? Her motives probably appeared questionable.