#nisayar

“  𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 is officially upon us !  ”  balancing two heaping mugs of cocoa,  august inches towards the sofa with all the grace of a trapeze artist on roller skates.  carefully  (  carefully !  )  he deposits their drinks  --  a splash of baileys in his,  extra marshmallows and a dash of cinnamon in hers  --  on the coffee table and sinks into the well-worn cushions,  pleased with himself for only sloshing liquid on to the carpet once.  “  tonight,  we answer the age old question  --  can one career-driven woman returning to her hometown after ten years really have it all ?  and will her childhood crush turned barista who also happens to be secretly loaded be able free the town’s beloved christmas tree farm from the jaws of capitalism ?  ”  a pensive expression crosses his features,  but he quickly casts it aside.  as per the bylaws,  bad hallmark movie night was a strictly thought-free zone.  soon enough,  their heads would be filled with nothing but marshmallows and holiday cheer.  “  i guess that’s two questions,  but alas !  we will answer them.  ”