Connor hated Christmas music. That sickly sweet, TOXICÂ positivity about snow and Santa and Jesus and fuck-all traditions. He couldnât ESCAPEÂ it. Sitting at the front desk of the bookstore, he kept shooting looks at the door to the managerâs office, wondering if he could get away with DELETINGÂ the Christmas playlist while Rita was in the bathroom...
He did his best to IGNORE it and just focus on his textbook. It was a slow day, not many customers had come in at all. Which, he didnât mind. Gave him time to study. So, when he did hear the bell JINGLE at the front, it was enough to make him look up and catch sight of the woman entering the store. â Hello, â he greeted AMICABLY, offering a smile before looking back down at his book. â Let me know if you need help finding anything. â