Emily P.O.V.
He stretched out his hand to me. Fine lines traced the lining of his palm,old and worn. He must have worked with his hands a lot back in his younger years. And still, even though his hands gave away his age the strength he still maintained was unwavering. His grip was gentle yet firm.
Pulling me to my feet the light illuminated his facial features. He had blue eyes, a ruffled shoulder length ashy grey hair. He was a tall man and yet so thin he looked like a walking toothpick. A small beard had been growing for some time and fell just past his jawline. If his beard and belly was a little bigger you could say he was the classic Santa Claus.
"How does this work exactly?" I ask tugging at my shirt trying to straighten it up.
He sighed.
"You young ones are always so eager
