Nicholas“Luke, this better be very important. I’ve already told you that I’ve got a dinner to get ready for,” Nicholas said, holding up two ties in the mirror. He had Luke on loudspeaker as he dressed himself for the evening.“It’s very important, sir...” Luke hesitated. “It’s about the offer for the store.”“Is the offer off the table?” Nicholas asked, his stomach twisting. He took a deep breath. “Did we already let any other interested parties know that we had an offer to begin with? We should’ve already been setting the stage for a bidding war—”“No, the offer’s still on the table...” Luke hesitated once more. “But they’ve decided that they hate the name.”“They hate the name?” Nicholas asked, slightly surprised.“They really loathe it, sir,” Luke replied. Nicholas could hear the grimace on Luke's face. “They said it’s too cutesy and it would be awful for search results online. The SEO alone would be disastrous.”“What are their suggestions, then?” Nicholas asked, half afraid to h
NicholasFor the first time since his arrival, Molly insisted that Nicholas drive his vehicle through town instead of their usual pedestrian mode of transportation.Nicholas felt like he was on edge during the entire drive to wherever she had them heading.He couldn’t stop thinking about his car.In New York, his Jaguar was not a flashy car. It was nice, but relatively modest. He could have afforded a more expensive vehicle, but he liked the Jag. He’d often receive compliments about it, but other business owners were often surprised that someone at his level would choose such a cheap option when it came to his everyday ride.When it came time to choose a rental car, he'd picked a Jaguar like the one he had at home. It was something he felt comfortable with driving, even in the snow. He liked having something he knew how to drive.However, in this small town, Nicholas worried that his vehicle would stick out like a sore thumb. Instead of serving as a symbol of his modesty, he was conce
Molly“YOU KISSED NICHOLAS KERSTMAN?” Hannah was screaming on the other end of the phone. “Holy cow! Molly! HOLY COW!”“Hannah, shhh! The whole point of me hiding out in the bathroom was so no one could hear you,” Molly hissed into the phone as she leaned against the bathroom sink of the Kerstmans’ home. “But yeah. He kissed me. Well. I kissed him? Whatever, we both kissed each other.”“Where were you when it happened?” Hannah asked.“I took him out to Johnston's field,” Molly said with a grin. “There's a meteor shower tonight and there's no light out there.”“THAT IS SO SUPER ROMANTIC!” Hannah continued to squeal into the phone. “Oh my gosh! That’s way too perfect! Wait, the bathroom? Molly, why are you calling me from a bathroom?”“Because we’re at his parents’ house for Christmas-Eve-Eve dinner,” Molly reminded her friend. “And I had to fix my hair. It got a little messed up.”Molly grinned at the mirror and smoothed down her hair. That ten minutes in the car had been hard to stop.
Molly“Molly! Molly! Wait!” Nicholas called out, running out the door behind Molly to try and catch with her. “Wait!”Molly turned towards Nicholas on the sidewalk, the takeaway plate held in her hands. “Yeah, Nicholas? Is something wrong?”“Don’t be mad at me,” he whispered. He breathed hard in the cold night air, creating tiny clouds with every breath. He didn't have a jacket on despite it being freezing out. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about the investors. Please, come back inside and—”“Nicholas, I didn’t leave because I was upset with you.” Molly smiled gently. She reached her free hand out to touch his shoulder. “I left because I need to work on my case for you not selling the rights to the store.”“Work on your case?” Nicholas repeated, confused.“Yeah, you told me that you would give me the same chance that you gave the investors,” she reminded him “They’d get a chance to try to convince you to sell the store. I’d get a chance to show you all the reasons you shouldn’t.”“
NicholasNicholas stepped into Sweetness & Light the next morning with Luke following close behind him. They were both dressed in their best suits with pricey wristwatches and leather briefcases emphasizing their professional businessmen look. Today was a day to impress.“I’ve never been somewhere without a Starbucks...” Luke remarked as he reached the front counter. “Is the coffee here any good, sir?”“Oh, trust me, it’s good,” Nicholas replied. “Just be sure to tell Hannah that you want the real stuff, not the junk that’s going to rot your teeth.”“Who’s Hannah—” Luke’s question was interrupted by Hannah stepping out of the kitchen.And Nicholas would swear that he saw Luke’s eyes nearly fall out of his head as soon as he laid them on Hannah Johnson.“Hey, Nicholas,” Hannah greeted him. She smiled over at Nicholas before she turned her attention towards Luke. “Hey, Nicholas’ friend! You’re new. What’s your name?”“L-Luke...” Luke stuttered and stammered over his own name. “Sorry. I’
NicholasMolly’s apartment looked just like Molly.Nicholas noted the bright colors on the walls, the shades of lilac complementing the light pink in her windowsills, making the standard white of the windows stand out as something spectacular in its simpleness. Sunshine filtered in everywhere, lighting various plants in mismatched pots.In addition to the brightly colored walls, Molly had Christmas lights hanging from every corner of her apartment, and although they seemed to be turned off in the daytime, it didn’t take much for Nicholas to imagine their brilliance as they shone on in the night.He also caught the array of framed photos all lined up on a wide stand in her living room. There were pictures of her growing up, sitting on the porch of what Nicholas assumed was the Carmichaels’ New York home, and pictures of Molly and Hannah as teenagers, hanging out in various parts of town, their mouths filled with braces and their hands formed into candid peace signs.There was also a wh
MollyMolly woke up in the afternoon, confused about how she’d gotten into her bed.She grew even more confused when she realized that she wasn’t in her bed at all, but instead on her couch. In fact, she’d been tucked into her couch cushions.Oh.Right.She shook the sleep off like a blanket as she stood away from the couch.The memories came flooding back to her as she walked into her apartment’s kitchen.Memories of Nicholas Kerstman offering to carry her through the streets, as if he were a superhero ripped straight from the comic-books.She smiled at the thought of Nicholas with an over-sized letter “N” written across the chest of some hokey costume while she began to pour herself a glass of water from her fridge.Her eyes then went towards the clock in her kitchen, watching the green numbers change: 12:35 to 12:36 PMPanic flickered through her until she remembered she still had time. She hadn't slept through everything.She still had time before she was supposed to meet Liam for
Molly“Liam! My favorite seven year old in the world,” Mr. Carmichael exclaimed, embracing Liam as soon as he stepped through the front door of the Carmichael home.“What about me?” Molly asked, feigning hurt.“And Molly! My favorite twenty-five year old in the world,” Molly’s dad exclaimed, using the same intonation. He pulled her into the shared hug with Liam.“You don’t always have to announce our ages, Dad,” Molly said with a laugh as she shimmed her way out of her father’s bear hug.“Yes, I do. It’s how I keep track of my favorite people. What? You think you’re the only Molly I know? I know thousands.”She rolled her eyes at her father, but secretly enjoyed it just the same.“So, no work today?” Mr. Carmichael asked.“Christmas Wishes is closed for the day,” Molly replied. “As per tradition.”“You do like your traditions,” her father agreed. “How was your new tradition of managing the store without the bosses around? Did you like being by yourself?”“She wasn’t by herself! She ha