Justice is the shy, clumsy and very unpopular elf that wound up working in Santa's factory. Only for writing however...well, that was all she had anticipated anyways. What she is unaware of is the fact that she'll be getting close to someone she ha...
A/N: Merry belated christmas!! here's a picture of my snake trying to steal my glasses :3
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Also, sorry in advance, this is a long chapter. Enjoy!
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Justice used to really like going to the jewelry department at work. It was one of her favourite things, to watch all the talented elves with their nimble fingers weaving bracelets and necklaces together, all the way up to the glass blowers who would create beads and pendants for the jewelry.
Now, all it did was put her on edge.
Naturally, with Valentine's day around the corner, a few departments were busier than usual. Dresses, stuffed animals, and of course, jewelry. Which was why Justice was sent down to check in on each department, to make sure they were all still meeting their quotas despite the increased demand of other elves wanting to impress those who they were asking to the dance.
Justice had been staring down at her clipboard, pretending to read something, but really she was just hoping to avoid any interaction with Agnes, given how uncomfortable the woman had made her in many ways.
Honestly, by now, she should have known better than to not look where she was going, given her track record.
It was at a corner where she would crash into a trolley that was carrying some stock for the jewelry department, and she made a little noise as she was knocked onto her butt, her clipboard flying out of her hand.
"Oh- Jesus christ. Justice, are you okay?"
Justice froze when she heard that voice. She hadn't heard that voice since he yelled at her to piss off. And to hear him sound so worried for her?
Slowly, she looked up and met the gaze of Jaime, who had been pushing the trolley, having not seen her as she was also rounding the corner. He was holding a hand out for her, with an apologetic look in his eyes.
"...Jaime?" she spoke his name, her voice soft, almost unsure as she looked up at him.
Jaime's eyes softened further as he crouched down to her level, his hand still outstretched. There was a flicker of hesitation on his face, as if he was just as unsure about how to proceed as she was.
"Yeah, it's me," he said quietly, his voice lacking the sharp edge it had the last time they'd spoken. "Are you okay? That was a nasty fall."
Justice didn't move right away, her mind struggling to reconcile the concerned tone in his voice with the way things had been left between them. Her heart hammered in her chest, the shock of the collision blending with the whirlwind of emotions she thought she had buried for the time being.
"I'm fine," she finally said, brushing off her knees as she ignored his hand and pushed herself up.
Her voice was tight, guarded. She didn't want to be rude, but she didn't exactly know how to be friendly right now, either.
