Snowmen
212 Words
"Great," I said, crossing my arms. "So we're going to end up with a pile of sad snowmen that look like they've melted under the pressure of a corporate takeover?"
Max laughed again, and I found myself enjoying it more than I should. "Exactly! Who wouldn't want a sad snowman? It's the new trend!"
"Or we could just save everyone the trouble and let the kids throw snowballs at you instead," I suggested, feeling emboldened.
"I think I'd prefer that," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "It sounds less complicated."
"Just think, it'll be the first-ever Corporate Snowball Fight," I declared, waving my hands dramatically. "It'll be legendary!"
Max held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I concede! Snowballs it is."
Emma burst into laughter, leaning on the counter. "Now this I have to see. Max getting pelted with snowballs while trying to charm the townsfolk!"
"Sounds like a holiday classic!" I exclaimed. "I can see it now: 'A Christmas to Remember: The Saga of the Corporate Snowball.'"
"And they'll probably make a movie about it," Max added with a wink. "Starring the dashing rogue and the feisty bookstore owner."
"Just as long as I'm not played by a Hallmark movie cliché," I said, shuddering at the thought.
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