Mia wakes up to a text. “Dear Mia, I can explain. I’ve liked you since you threw a snowball at my head in 7th grade. You missed. But you laughed. And I was gone. P.S. Keep the hoodie. I stole yours back last night while you were asleep.” She looks down. She’s wearing his hoodie. The cedar-and-coffee one.

A new email appears. From Leo. “We need to talk. My place. 20 minutes. Bring the hoodie.” Scene 2: The Garage (His Place) INT. LEO'S GARAGE - NIGHT

Leo.Carver@*****.com SUBJECT: Dear Santa, I Can Explain

Mia, full of peppermint schnapps hot chocolate, had written: Dear Santa, I know I'm 17, but I've been good. Mostly. This year, I don't want a new laptop or a trip to NYC. I just want Leo to see me. Not as “Carter’s annoying little sister.” As me. The girl who notices how he taps his thumb when he’s nervous. The one who drew his profile in art class three times last spring. If you can’t make him like me back, at least make him stop wearing that stupid beanie. It hides his stupid perfect hair. Love, Mia. P.S. I lied. I wasn't good. I stole his hoodie from the gym last month. It smells like cedar and coffee. I sleep with it. I'm not sorry. She hit send, then immediately passed out.

Now, Mia refreshes her sent folder.