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@ saracharrier buying an xmas tree 🎄 @ taylorswift13: get the third one down the second row @ userone: they're just like us @ opheliamoon: IN MY HEART IS A CHRISTMAS TREE FARM @ usertwo: WHERE THE PEOPLE WOULD COME @ taylorswift13: AND DANCE UNDER SPARKLING LIGHTS
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Sara steps into the Christmas Tree Lot, looking around at the trees by her.
She begins to feel... out of place. Looking around at all these men in their wool coats and hats, she starts to feel exposed.
Her pale blue miniskirt and her white, long sleeved top are beginning to feel very revealing.
Everyone's eyes are on her, but only one person hasn't spared a glance at her.
He's staring down at the clipboard in his hands, when he glances up for just a moment.
Sara smiles softly and gives him a little wave, which he takes as an invitation.
"You work here?" Sara questions, and he runs a hand through his hair.
Maybe he's trying to do something with his hands to keep them from fidgeting. He has a very awkward, yet welcoming presence.
He pushes his glasses further up his nose, "Yeah, were you interested in anything...?"
"This one," Sara says.
She nods towards the tree closest to the two of them, eliciting a very quick nod from him.
"Just, really quickly, are you--"
"Sara Charrier? Yes."
"...What?" He furrows his eyebrows.
Sara raises hers, "Oh. I just figured you recognized me."
"From what?"
"...The radio? Or, like, TikTok?"
He chuckles, "I don't have TikTok."
"Wait, so," Sara furrows her brows, "And I don't mean this in a weird egocentric celebrity way-- do you not know who I am?"
He shakes his head slowly, "You're a singer?"
"Yeah, I mean, not to brag, but I picked out that tree because Taylor Swift told me to," Sara shrugs, "So, you know..."
"Well, I'll have to look you up on Instagram," He supposes, "You're Sara Charrier?"
