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Love, Actually [Chapter 2: O Christmas Tree]

Series Summary: Christmas 2005, you and Aegon meet in a dog park in your hometown of Newark, New Jersey. He’s a strange foreigner who you’re hesitant about at first but he’s enamored by you. The only thing that can help you two is a Christmas miracle, and maybe a New Years kiss.

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The Lowe’s parking lot is vacant when you pull in—well, almost. At 8 a.m. on a Sunday, there were three other vehicles in the lot: a gunmetal grey Dodge Ram pickup sitting three spots down, a red Nissan Altima next to it, and an ugly, dilapidated Toyota Camry across the lot. The air is crisp and the once lush scenery, now contained only leafless trees, all that remained the skeletons of an erst spring.

You hop down from your truck a magnificent, red 1999 Jeep Grand Cherokee. Reminiscing, it was the first nice car you’d had. In the past, you'd solely had used vehicles—a silver Honda Civic and a Nissan Frontier—but this one was fresh off the lot and is still in pristine condition. It was your baby; constant upkeep and baths every weekend, well when there wasn’t a consistent fall of sleet.

The ground was jagged underneath your feet. You run your hands over the slick outer shell of your lavender puffer jacket, rolling your fuzzy black gloves off your hands. Curdling them into a ball and shoving them aimlessly into your pockets.

The days-long blizzard had finally diminished the evening before, leaving the roads unburdened by snow in the morning. You reach the sidewalk opposite the parking lot and embark into Lowe’s. The fluorescent lighting beaming off the ceiling is overtly obnoxious, an unabridged contrast to the soft, cool light of the outside air.

The scent of wood and metal floods your senses as you head for the Christmas section. There were a few finishing embellishments you needed to do for your apartment’s decoration.

Passing the aisles of hardware, you step into the holiday décor section, some eerie-looking animatronics playing Christmas music. You hum to the melody as you head over to the statues searching for a snowman to put outside your house. You find one you’re keen on and look it over. It’s a classic snowman, made out of what looked like polyresin. The snowman had on a top hat with a plaid stripe, two stick arms, button eyes, and a fabric carrot nose.

“Hey stranger,” you jump slightly, hearing the satin smooth voice, and spin on your heels to see who it is. You’re met by the face of the same blonde man from the day prior. Aegon. A small thrill runs up your spine. My silent prayers have been answered, the universe really does love me, you surmise.

“Oh gosh, fancy meeting you here,” your heart stutters, his smile was ever-present. He had a dolly, its rusted metal squeaked as it stirred. He raised his eyebrows as if to ask why you were here. “Oh I’m just getting the final decorations for outside my apartment,” you smile, “What about you?” You gesture to the dolly he had.

“Trying to pick out a Christmas tree my flats pretty bare,” he rubs the back of his neck as if embarrassed. It's honestly kind of adorable, you brush the thought out of your mind.

“I can help you pick out a tree if you’d like. I happen to be quite the interior designer,” you cringe at the words that throng out of your mouth.

“That’d be great, I kinda suck at it,” he snorts and you chuckle along with him. You inspect him, today he didn't have a hat his disheveled fringe sat in a thatch on his head. He had a windbreaker on, sleeves bushed up haphazardly. There was a gold watch on his wrist, it was classic the hands a gleaming amber hue.

You two wander over to the Christmas trees. “See any of them you like?” You watch him as he looks over the different trees, a big tall fluffy one catches your eye, wonder filling them. “What about this one?” You look it over with him brushing the artificial needles.

“It’s… pretty," his voice was hesitant, the tone less burnished than usual.

“Oh my gosh, you hate it!” Your tone is almost playful with an undertone of alarm.

He chuckled, “No, I don’t hate it,” there was a small smirk on his face.

“Then what's wrong with it it’s like the perfect Christmas tree.” It profoundly was, it was nostalgic and had an aura of childhood around the large downy branches.

“It’s just a little too big for me to put up myself and I don't have a roommate or anything so I was looking for something maybe a little smaller.” He didn't have a roommate. He didn't have a roommate. A swell of elation filled your stomach.

“Oh. I could help you I'm free today it's my day off and I'm not busy," you commented nonchalantly attempting not to appear excited.

“If you don't mind," his tone was sanguine. A small optimistic smile on his face. He wasn't great with chicks, sure he could get into their pants, but having fortune with a woman he actually likes? He should be so lucky.

“I don't," His eyes light up and his satiny voice speaks up once again.

“Then it's a plan.” You both prop the box on the dolly before he rolls it to the checkout. On the way, you nab the snowman you had liked before and get in line behind him.

You disassociate as he checks out, involuntarily staring at him, he grins at the cashier being polite as she helps him scan the parcel. His eyes light up slightly when he looks at you and realizes you are paying attention to him.

He has a scar under his eye that you notice for the first time as his cheeks turn up when he smirks. He has a ring on his pinky finger that has a little dragon carved into it. You get lost staring at him as all these details flood your brain.

“Ma’am?” The cashier calls and Aegon places a hand on your shoulder. You startle as you realize you are staring and crimson tinges your face.

“You okay?” You nod and plod toward the cash register, embarrassment conspicuous on your face. You get the box scanned and pay for it before you both go to load the boxes into your respective cars.

Oh gosh. Of course, his car was the putrid Toyota Camry. You snicker to yourself before climbing up into your car. You lean against your wheel for a few moments watching Aegon across the lot. You tap your fingers against the wheel before starting the car and sanctioning Aegon to escort you to his apartment.

The roads of New Jersey suck. Both cars swerve out of the way of potholes about every twenty feet. Trees and bushes are overgrown on the bystreet and Aegon drives slightly erratically. It matches his personality, honestly, he was still a mystery to you. You didn't know a great deal about him other than his dog and you realize he doesn't know much about you either.

When you two arrive at his apartment building you succor him in getting the box up the stairs. The door was green and had the number 305 on it, he unlocked it with a silver key, and as soon as he opened the door loud whines were audible.

As you stood next to the box Sunfyre jumped onto Aegon like he was a family member lost to war. “Hey buddy!” he rubbed the dog's sides and back as his paws bashed into Aegon's shoulder. Sunfyre’s tongue darted out to lick Aegon's face, he attempted to pull away but all was futile against the golden retriever.

After he assaulted Aegon, Sunfyre went to you, sniffing your hand before licking it. Clearly, he’d remembered you. “Oh hi bud,” your voice inch as you spoke to the dog. Sunfyre's honey blonde tresses were neatly groomed having undoubtedly been brushed through just that morning.

Aegon commanded Sunfyre to lie down before you labored together to get the crate through the door and into the living room. You look around the apartment. It was unvarnished, to say it politely. Natural light flooded through a single uncovered window. The living room was cavernous: extensively unfurnished with only a loveseat and a coffee table stationary in the middle. A TV perched on a stand opposite the small couch. There was a draft in the room though you couldn't tell from where it was coming.

Other than the living room there was a small sepia-colored photo that sat in the kitchen you caught a glimpse of a young light-haired girl and three young light-haired boys. There was a bowl supposedly for fruit that sat empty next to the frame. A few mostly empty bottles of whiskey sat in a glass cabinet. You inch yourself into the kitchen at a slow pace.

The countertops were thinly veiled with dust. There was a dental office card left on the fridge, and a few scattered sticky notes were stuck to it. The notes had neat feminine handwriting on them. Did he have a girlfriend? A fiancé? A wife?! You glimpse a few words on the note your irrational thoughts running wild. 'Call Mom' written among them.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, his thumb was on the backside of it and you could almost feel his breath on the back of your neck. You turn to look at him with raised eyebrows. "You okay?" He queries that sly smirk still ever-present on his face. You nod and sauntered past him, his head falls to look at the ground as you make your way out of the threshold of the kitchen and into the living room.

"Would you want something to drink? Water? Hot cocoa? I do owe you," he spins the ring around his pinky as he inquires. You look up at the cream-colored walls as you respond.

"Hot cocoa, hm? Well, I might just have to take you up on it," you crack a smile. The same beverage he left the shop with yesterday he was now standing over the stovetop making. He flicked a light on in the kitchen illuminating the house further. The amber luminescence from the ceiling cast shadows on his face, you look over the curve of his nose, the fullness of his cheeks, and the gentle swoop of his platinum eyelashes.

You watch as he makes the hot chocolate, he has a formula to it as if he'd done it a million times before. "You've got skills," you lean back on the counter hands pressed against the top as you peered at him.

"It's a comfort thing, I think that's what my shrink called it?" He laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. He did that often from what you could tell, laugh at uncomfortable or sad sentiments.

"What do you mean?" You lean forward to listen closer eyeing his chapped lips as he spoke. He grabbed each ingredient from their respective places, before igniting the stovetop and pouring the milk sugar and cocoa powder into the saucepan.

"I used to make it for my brothers and sisters when we were kids, so I think she said it's a coping mechanism or something now," he still had a grin on his face only now was it slightly saddened as his eyes flicked to the left as if he were remembering something long since past. He meticulously stirred the sugar and cocoa powder into the milk in the saucepan.

"I'm sorry," you whisper from beside him. He shakes his head, feeling shame. You push off the counter and step only a bit closer to him. "I don't pity you," he looks at you with a hardened expression. "How could I? I barely know you we met yesterday," he snickered down at the stove. It was a sad laugh one that pulled at your heartstrings.

"You make a fair point," he voices. He runs a hand through his bright fringe and up onto his head. You look at the clock: ten thirty-four. Your eyes widened, had it been that long since you'd arrived at Lowe's earlier that morning? Aegon pours the hot chocolate into two different cups; one was tan and green with speckles of black interspersed upon it and one with a small penguin painted on it, a red and green scarf wrapped around its neck. The latter was almost childish but it was nostalgic, homely.

He walked over to the fridge and swung it open. You peer in and don't see much. A Tupperware container sat in the right corner, and a few condiments were on the door. There's a pint of milk positioned on the second shelf next to some coffee creamer and eggs. He emerged from the fridge with a small bottle of what looked like alcohol in his hand. He proceeds to a cabinet and pulls out an unopened box of candy canes, plucks two out, and rests them on the counter.

Aegon shakes the small bottle in his hand, "Want some? It's peppermint flavored," the corner of his mouth quirks down in a half-smile. You notice a small 32% alc/vol at the bottom and cringed.

"It's also 10:30 in the morning."

"More for me then," he uncorks the top with his teeth and pours the contents of the bottle into the cup with the penguin. The irony of the image was almost sweet. At the same time though, a small pang of sadness hit your stomach. Day drinking at 10 a.m.? Someone had hurt this man, and badly. Maybe it was a parent? Or a girl? Your brain goes to one of the most unseemly places. Why would it even matter, he was cute but you didn't know him.

He plopped the candy canes in each cup respectively and handed the green and tan one to you, the curve of the candy cane hanging off the lip of the cup. "Thank you," you take a sip your soft lips taking in the drink, a hum of satisfaction leaving your mouth. You take the cup down from your lips and for the first time spot a record machine next to where Sunfyre was sat.

"How about we brighten the mood?" Your voice sounds almost romantic as you say it. His eyes fell amorous, which was strangely appealing. When you recognize the thought, you immediately rebuff it. You approach the machine in the corner and turn to him. "Do you have any records for this thing?"

"A couple," he gestures to a crate underneath the side table. You reach it and Aegon veers his side against a counter as he watches you. You kneel and look through the sparse number of records he had. You spot some Billy Joel and a band with a German-sounding name before coming across the one.

"Oh, we are listening to this," You pull out A Charlie Brown Christmas and sit it atop the negligible table.

He chuckles, "Oh yes, my sister got that for me as a gag gift."

"What's her name?" You wanted to know more about him, about his family. You shift to put the red vinyl on the platter of the record machine, setting the needle to stir on the grooves and the music begins to play. For a gag gift, it was sweet.

"Helaena she's a year younger than me," he smiles recalling his tenderhearted sister. She'd always been there for him.

“Well she sounds lovely,” you muse before turning to him with a playful grin on your face. He returned the expression, “You ready to get this party started?” You chuckle.

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk like an elementary school teacher?” He chuckles and you feign being offended. A hand on your chest as you gasp and grin playfully.

“Well, I didn’t think it was that obvious but thanks,” his eyes widen, obviously nonplussed.

“Oh like you actually are?” You nod a small smirk on your lips. “Well that makes sense then,” he was almost coy. He invariably had a kind of self-satisfaction to him too. It made him appear like he could never feel anything but haughty. Maybe it was uncertainty? Or a method to conceal it? He did sometimes have the look of a lost puppy, subdued and feeble.

"Come on now," you adjure, grasping his hand and pulling him to the Christmas tree box, a bit of hot chocolate spilled over the rim. With a quick prise, you remove the tape from the box and open it. Artificial pine needles burst into the air, escaping from their smothering incarceration. You begin plucking out the pieces one by one, the cutting fluff unpleasant against your velvety hand. A wisp of the green spikes runs down your arm.

Aegon takes a slurp of his hot cocoa semi-chapped lips pursing as he swallows, the warm liquid flooding and heating his body. You begin assembling the tree asking for his assistance with the top portion. “Oh isn't this just so cute!” You exclaim a big grin on your face. “This time of year is the best,” he chuckles at your delight.

You begin to fluff up the branches on the tree, languidly dispersing them so they can fill the empty spaces and gaps. “So… do you have any ornaments or garland, lights, a topper? Anything like that?” Sunfyre gazes up at you from where he sits tongue hanging out of his mouth.

He nods, “One second,” he swivels around, his back facing you, and positions his hot chocolate on the counter as he walks away. You seize your beverage and take small sips from it while he's out of the room. You scratch the backside of Sunfyre's ear, he grumbled lowly, contented.

When Aegon reappears he has an average-sized brown box in his hands. He opens it to reveal some lights, a few ornaments, and a gold seven-pointed star topper. You reach out to grab the star, “Wow this is magnificent where did you get it from?”

“It was my mother's but she wanted me to have it so I didn't stray from the faith or whatever,” his eyebrows pinched as he mentioned his mother they must've had a strained relationship.

“Okay well it's stunning but lights first,” you unravel some warm-toned lights to swathe around the tree. Aegon helps, letting the string fall in a chaotic but visually pleasing manner. After the lights, you two arrange the few ornaments mostly childhood handmade ones and classic ball ornaments.

One of the decorations had a family photo of four blonde-haired children of similar ages, two more mature-looking women, one with auburn hair and one blonde like the four younger, and a man who looked like he could be their father. The four children resemble the ones in the sepia image on the counter next to the vacant fruit bowl, this was his family, she assumed. You look over the tree to make sure there aren’t any empty spaces to fill before turning to him.

“Ready for the star?” He nodded and you both put it on the top of the tree, his hand plunged down to your waist to ensure you didn't fall. The skin there tingled at his caress. After doing so you both collapsed on the couch Sunfyre wriggled his way onto your thighs like he thought he was a lap dog.

You looked over Aegon's face, his side profile, more specifically his nose, and lips before looking away. “Do you have flour, brown sugar, spices, and eggs here?” You inquire trying not to think about what these sensibilities denotated.

“Yep,” he smiled holding the still warm cup quickly taking a gulp of the drink. His throat bobs and his tongue runs along his lips to collect any residual droplets.

“Wanna make cookies?” She leaned into him slightly the tension between you two palpable, so thick you could cut it with a knife. Your eyes flick down to his lips before you reprimand yourself mentally.

“If I ever say no to that take me out back and shoot me in the head,” you both chuckled, he had an ardent look in his eyes. You attempted to get Sunfyre off you and arose when the doorbell rang.

Ding-Dong.

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Love, Actually [Chapter 1: Jingle Bells]

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“Bandit one, ‘Other Dog’ four,” Madison chimes in as you two gaze upon the dogs frolicking in the snow. They are barely visible as a white sheet of snow covers them. You had watched as they, just minutes ago made friends before beginning to play fight. It was commendable the way dogs bond so easily, only truly interested in the exhilarating.

You glimpse Madison as she overlooks what she has deemed a very serious match. It's almost wholesome the way she's able to appreciate such a mundane act as excitable in her head. She's rooting Bandit on when you hear a crunch in the snow. “Oh seven… and there goes Bandit,” she snorts as he face-plants into the snow. You giggle as you see the dog sneeze and shake off to get as much snow off himself as possible.

“You seriously can’t be keeping track of this,” you say while laughing. You whistle to call Bandit over, hand brushing over his damp, cold face to get any icy remnants off. He’d need a bath soon. Your gloved hand comes off with ice crystals that quickly melt against the temperature.

The night was arriving in the park, you and Madison had nearly gotten frostbite twice by the time you assumed it was smart to go home. When Bandit came trotting up to you in his magnificent glory, so had the other dog. So after tending to Bandit you look at Madison confused but observe the dog. This one wasn’t so fit for the cold, a bright golden shined in its fur despite the dull air and sky, and a small Christmas-themed bandana was wrapped around its neck.

“Uh, hey buddy,” you look down at the puppy and then turn to Madison as if to ask ‘What do I do with it?’. She lets up a little shrug, which wasn't helpful. You gaze through the rest of the park trying to find its owner, which came up pretty futile since it was 5 pm in the middle of December in fucking New Jersey! It was foggy and snowing which meant about ten feet of visibility. You clip the leash back on Bandit, and gesture for this other dog to follow, Madison behind you three as if she were herding you like sheep.

“Alright, let’s see if anyone’s looking for you,” you say as you pull the eclectic bunch through the park until you come face to face with a blonde-haired man. He looks a little frazzled and out of breath like he’s been running around in the crisp air of December. Honestly, he looks like he'd never expected it to be cold in the height of winter in the Northeast.

“Hi, sorry to bother you, but we’re trying to find this dog's owner. Is he yours, or have you seen anyone looking?” Before you could finish getting the words out he was on the snow-covered ground petting the ice out of the dog's fur. She realizes then why he looks drained: This is his dog.

He straightens out the golden retriever's bandana before looking over him once more and glancing up at you. “Thank you for supervising him Sunfyre likes getting himself into trouble sometimes.” Sunfyre? What kind of name is that? Nodding your eyes flick back at Madison, who was still staring at the man with a bit of a confused expression, slightly glazed over, like she couldn't tell he was actually there.

Finally, you turn to him and look over him. He is probably around their age, blonde, with slight stubble and severely underdressed for the weather. He realizes you are staring at him and he puts his hand out which you reluctantly take. The hand feels damp through your glove. “Aegon,” he smiles, Aegon? Again what kind of name is that? Apparently this guy has a tenacious appetite for odd names.

“Right, well I'm sorry if Sunfyre," the name feels weird in your mouth, "If Sunfyre had worried you. He and Bandit were just play fighting,” you gesture towards your dog. Bandit sits with a gaze that could only be considered admiration, dogs tend to do that to their owners it was one of the many things that made you fall in love with them. With his warm gaze on you, you rub his head with the hand Aegon wasn't shaking as you peer at the stranger and let go of his hand.

“Yeah, he’s a little rascal, basically a gremlin you know can’t feed them past midnight!” He was chipper much more than you’d expect, or the joke landed the wrong way you weren’t exactly sure. You assume his attitude is due to the excitement he felt over receiving his dog back. Snow fell over his beanie that he had on and you chuckled at the reference to a very beloved Christmas movie.

"We were just about to head out glad you got your dog back though,” you nod, looking down once more at the golden dog sniffing at its owner's feet. Aegon gazed over you as if copying your image to memory. It made you feel almost uncomfortable but it was subsided by the cute lopsided grip he had on his stubbled cheeks.

“Right maybe I can walk you two just out of thankfulness for you returning my dog,” you look back at Madison's eyes asking if they should when she interjected.

“Well I live just a little down the road so I have to go in a different direction,” Madison chirped always smiling, and feeling of a warm aura. You swallow realizing that you would have to walk alone with the man.

“Oh yeah, I have to walk to this coffee shop my other friend works at so she can drive me home I live a bit out of the way and I’ve got this guy,” you wring your hands together as you speak before gesturing to Bandit who was absentmindedly chewing on a stick he found Gods know where.

“I have no gripes walking you to the café,” he just would not give up would he? You mentally groan. “I mean I have nowhere to be really,” he smiled trying to seem normal about it. You hoped this wasn't a ploy, but how could it be really he couldn't have planned any of this. You were slowly becoming okay with the idea of him walking you to the café.

“Oh, okay, yeah, sure, we can go walk to the shop,” you turn to Madison and hug her before waving her off. “Get rest! Don’t want you getting a cold,” you yelled after her she smiled and gave you a thumbs up as she walked away.

You turn back to Aegon who is standing there admiring you, he looks away quickly. “You’re not gonna like serial murder me, right? Chop me up into little pieces and feed me to your weirdly named dog?” you chuckle nervously, not that you thought he would but you didn't know the man he could be Ted Bundy for all you knew.

He bursts into laughter, “No I’m not gonna chop you up into little pieces and feed you to my dog,” he chuckles. “Sunfyre is a very picky eater,” you laugh with him and begin to walk to the café as soon as Madison is out of eyesight. The snow’s still coming down in a drizzle and it crunches on the ground under you as you walk.

“Oh, so the only reason you’re not gonna kill me is because your dog is sassy with his meals?” You retort jokingly shaking your head. “I'm just kidding I get it Bandit gets a tummy ache when he eats most human foods too,” You run a thumb over the frayed bits of the rope that made Bandit's leash. When you looked up Aegon was staring at you. “What?” He looked away back down at Sunfyre before he clipped his red leash on him.

“So where is this coffee shop?” You glance back at him as you begin on the sidewalk, he's shivering slightly clearly cold from being in below-freezing temperatures underdressed for the weather.

“Just down the road there,” you point down from where you stand to a small shop that has a sign with a candy cane on it outside. There are very few others in sight; a couple walking on the sidewalk across the street, and one lone individual down the road walking in the opposite direction of them.

“So are you from New Jersey or did you move here recently?” You assume he hasn’t lived here for a while, less than a year probably. It was evident by his lack of a winter jacket or gloves. He was dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a plain green sweatshirt. His blonde hair was mostly covered by a beanie. The tips of his fringe hung out slightly dampened by fallen snow.

“Not from here,” his slightly foreign accent only adds to the evidence of that fact. You look at him with a questioning look, “German," You nod. His fair skin is dull and dry, there are snowflakes in his eyelashes and his pink lips are chapped, dry skin peeling slightly.

“So what made you come to the great city of Newark?” Sarcasm drips from your lips. You gesture to the general area and look up at the snowy sky. Your nose is red from the cold, and it’s running faintly.

“Needed a change of scenery,” you look surprised. Most wanted out of Newark, not moving in for a 'change of scenery'.

"What'd you wanna see? Chihuahua sized rats frozen from winter snow?" A self-deprecating chuckle falls from your lips at the words before continuing. “But does your whole family live here or just you?” You almost feel bad for asking so many questions,—maybe even rambling—but he doesn’t seem to mind. He has a small smile on his face, more satisfied than anything, he just seems happy to be in someone else's presence.

“Well my sister, mother, and brothers live here with me, but my dad, his daughter, and their family still live in Germany,” you nod and scan over his face. Under the satisfaction of the moment, he looks tired. There were slight bags under his eyes their violet a little sad and his face pale, drained of color. Maybe it was just seasonal depression. Or maybe it was living in Newark?

"Thank goodness, and here I was thinking you were an only child," you both laugh a slight pink tone coming to his face; he shakes his head.

You’re feet away from the shop, the warm amber light flooding out on the cool-toned snowy street. The cottage windows are in a wooden frame, with frost in the outside corners. The wood is chipped a little from the years of it standing there.

Once getting a closer look at the sign it was visible that the painted candy cane was wrapped in mistletoe, the greens and reds contrasting each other perfectly. Next to the candy cane are the words 'Sips of the Season'.

Looking inside it was homely, a small library sits in the corner and the counter was decorated with tinsel and Christmas lights. A small pine tree sat in the corner drinking from a black pot underneath it. The tree was decorated with various colors, red, green, gold, and white ornaments adorn the branches catching on the needles.

Other than the ball ornaments there was a few personalized trinkets hanging off the tree. One from Greece, one from Italy, one from England, and one of your own that you had made for Jennifer, a small globe with a reindeer inside.

There was also gold and silver tinsel hanging from the tree. Multicolored lights garnish it as well, twinkling slightly. For short: Sips of the Season is decked out for the holidays.

A wreath wrapped in a scarlet bow welcomes you and Bandit at the door as you enter Sips of the Season, Aegon and Sunfyre following after you. Jen is at the counter back leaning against it, she turns around when she hears the bell. You take off your winter coat and gloves, and unclip Bandit’s leash. Bandit makes his way to an armchair in the corner of the store.

"There you are!" She beams, her ever-smiley face lights up with a warm contented grin. "You know I was just about to get out," it is then she notices that Aegon is in here with you. She has a small downturned smirk as she raises her eyebrows at you and gestures for you to approach her.

Aegon doesn’t realize your movements gazing around the shop and enjoying the warmth of it. You reach the counter and she looks at you with a predacious, toothy smile, the feeling she was going to say something ridiculous washing over you. "So who's the cute blonde?" She whispers, her shit-eating grin getting even bigger. Before you can get anything out she speaks once more, "And, when were you going to tell me you were dating again?"

"It's not like that," She rolls her eyes at your words.

"'Not like that'? Gosh, do you even hear yourself you're basically screaming that you want him! Plus you're like totally blushing," you are certain you are not but her saying that makes your face tinge pink ever so slightly.

"I am not," you mutter back. It was then that Aegon decides to nudge his way into the conversation when he finally moves from the spot he was standing looking around the room. "Oh, hey," you raise your eyebrows as if to ask 'What's Up?'.

"I'm going to go back to our den for the evening," he gestured to Sunfyre and himself, "But it was great to meet you." His voice is smooth like velvet, it makes your stomach tingle.

"Oh! Right," you look over at Jennifer trying to figure out what to do. "Do you want Hot Chocolate or Coffee or Tea?" you list off awkwardly trying to get as much out as possible. "On the house of course," you add quickly before turning to Jen and looking at her as though you were saying 'Sorry', she rolls her brown doe eyes.

"Hot Chocolate is good, to-go of course," you nod and look over to Jen and she starts making the Hot Cocoa. You and Aegon stand there awkwardly not really knowing what to say to each other.

Jen comes out with the warm drink in a festive red and white disposable to-go cup you hand it to Aegon and he thanks you. He guides Sunfyre back to the front door and the bell above it rings as you two wave each other off as a pit grows in your stomach.

"So did you like give him your number... or at least write it on the cup?" You shake your head and she looks at you like you’re hopeless.

"I fudged that didn't I?" You wring your hands together the sweat on them making them slip out of each other quickly.

"Definitely," she murmurs. At least she was honest, but that isn’t what’s on your mind there was only one word that is.

Fuck.

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