Ryan
"What do you say we make a deal?." He frowned at my words, looking around nervously, almost like he was scared I was going to do something bad to him considering we were the only people in the snow-covered street.
“What kind of deal?” he asked hesitantly, shifting on his feet as he watched me cautiously. My lips quirked up in a half smile as I took a step closer to him. He seemed to notice my movement and tried to back up but decided against it at the last second.
“Let me act as Santa Claus in your stead, and I'll pay you triple the amount my wife is paying,” I said, and his eyes grew like giant saucers. I could see the surprise as plain as day on his face turn into joy and then settle in a skeptical frown.
“How do I know you're not just some criminal claiming to be my client's hu
