Very delicatly, I pulled a small styrofoam cup out of the despenser and placed it under the faucet. I pressed the brew button and the hot chocolate poured out into the cup, panic washed over me when the cup was almost full, how do you turn this off? I searched for a button for that but it was no where to be found, i pressed the other button I hadn't pressed before, in hopes it would shut it off. Hot water sprayed everywhere, getting all over my dry clothing.
Soon, the water stopped and a strong hand landed on my shoulder, "are you okay? you seemed to have a little problem with that hot chocolate machine," I looked up to me a pair of handsome eyes staring down at me.
"Uhm, yeah, uh sorry, thanks for shutting it off," he let out a low chuckle.
"Um, well, it kinda shuts off itself," I felt a blush creeping up my face. Of course it does.
Elizabeth had big plans for the week of winter camp, snow, friends and connecting with God. Like all camps her church goes to, a band was hired to lead worship and host a concert. Who is this special band? A whole week devoted to worshiping God, sledding, building snow men, throwing snow balls, and crushing on the new kid.
