10.

"So, I guess it's just you and me left then."

"Well there's nobody else here."

"Everybody else has already started."

I giggle nervously. He looks down.

9.

We both search desperately for someone we'd actually be semi-comfortable doing this with. Everyone is already partnered up.

8.

He finally looks at me, "So, have you caught up on Sherlock yet?"

"What?"

"I need to know that the person I'm doing this with has her priorities straight."

I laugh, "Yeah. It was bloody brilliant, as always."

We both awkwardly laugh at my horrible attempt of an accent.

7.

"Why is this even a thing?" I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"Why is this a tradition? I mean, its stupid. Why do we need to start everything like this?"

6.

"Maybe it's because everything is starting, everything is new. Maybe it's a chance to ponder, new possibilities."

I ponder on it for a second.

5.

"Maybe,"

We look at each other, it's almost time to begin.

4.

"I haven't done this before," I whisper.

"I haven't either, if it's any conciliation," He responds.

3.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," He stammers. "I mean, it's my first time and yours...and we don't even-"

"No," I interrupt. "It's fine for me, but if you don't want to."

"Okay."

He faces me, his eyes are a soft green.

2.

He leans in and puts a hand on my face, gently as if I were a china doll. My heart is beating louder than the crowds excited shouts.

1.

He puts his lips on mine. They're softer than I expected them to be. Our stances start of as rigid, but then our bodies get to know each other and find where they fit. My fingers lace through his hair.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" screams the crowd.

We don't stop until another 3 minutes into the New Year.