Can you count the stars where you are?

"Yes I am aware of how good I look in this dress."

Are you drunk? I didn't say anything about your dress.

You're welcome. I'm Jackson, by the way.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried.

As soon as the doors lock, I don't think she would be able to walk in.

Oh — you’re right. Sorry, must be an off day for me. Here’s your coffee.

It's okay. That's not a problem.

The kiss lasted for much longer than Maxine thought it would and she felt an ache in her heart when it finally did end. Eyes still closed she lingered with her face mere inches from his. She felt like if she took the wrong breath he would find some reason to yell at her for it. Not like he really needed one though since she had started the kiss to begin with. That was probably reason enough. Finally after a few moments she found something to say. "I’m sorry for being rude to you," she breathed gently. 

"Oh please. Christmas carols suit anyone’s voice."

If I was you, I wouldn't be so sure.

What makes you think I could ever get sick of you? We’re gonna do every stupid, cheesy thing this place has to offer by the way. You’re gonna get sick of me.

Oh no, Jac.

I suppose that makes sense. I’m here to avoid my sister’s big party. I don’t really do well with parties.

At least you know that your sister won't find you here and force you to go there.

"I’ve been good, I’m going to College, and I major in foreign affairs. What about you?"

Foreign affairs? Now that's something I can see you doing.

"Thanks, I try."

You're welcome. It was very impressive.

Are you sure?

"Come on, don’t be like that. I just need you to answer me some questions. For a survey."

Questions about what exactly?

Of course. That coffee has my name on it.

"We can easily change that. A few cups of eggnog and you’ll be belting out Frosty the Snowman at the top of your lungs."

Oh no. Remember our conversation at the karaoke bar?