Dear Carol Bells

| Saint Nick |

| December 24, 2018 |

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Honestly, I'm so stoked for this chapter. I loved writing it! And it's a long length so I hope y'all enjoy it! And do tell me what you thought by commenting and voting! Thanks and enjoy!

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| Saint Nick |

3rd Person POV:

The time on his watch showed it was almost nine. Ten more minutes. His heart was pounding and his palms were sweaty. The butterflies were no more and in its place was the whole dang zoo. He couldn't believe this was happening, but because his goal had happened beautifully, it was time. He was nervous as heck but he couldn't wait to reveal himself. She'd be shocked, that's for sure. Especially because his identity was within the letters the whole entire time.

He sat waiting in his car for the next five minutes. He had a plan that wouldn't make him so easy to spot. He'd go in, order a hot chocolate like he was in a rush, get his drink, and then walk out. Simple. But then he'd rush right back in, say he forgot something, and hold out the last letter to Miss Bells. That was all he had. But he'd know what to do based on her reaction.

She'd probably be very confused at first, but because she's a smart one, it'd click to her and she'd have one of two reactions. He hoped it would be the one he was dreaming and hoping for.

The alarm went off for him to get out and enter the cafe. With a deep breath, he turned his car off and got out, casting one quick look to his outfit as he did. Thanks to his mom, he was able to have a decent assemble.

With dark jeans and a maroon sweater that complimented his skin color and body structure, he felt like he was in his own skin. It was nothing over the top but it wasn't shabby either. Perfectly suitable for the occasion. And his written letter was tucked safely between the sweater and winter coat he had on.

He locked his car and walked into the cafe, the little bell chiming as the door opened. He noticed a few classmates and other dedicated customers. And then he noticed his sweet Carol peek out, quite enthusiastically and hopeful, from the kitchen.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped a little, but he ignored her and went to the smiling employee, his connection.

"Merry Christmas Eve and welcome to Merry's Cafe. What can I get for you?" she asked in a cheery voice and a subtle wink.

"A large hot chocolate to go. I'm in a rush," he replied and noticed how Carol slowly deflated and glanced at her watch before disappearing. He almost felt bad and wanted to tell her it was him. But it was almost time.

"You gotcha. Anything else, pumpkin?" she asked.

"Nope," he replied.

"Alright. $3.25 is your total," she concluded and he handed her a five dollar bill and the reassurance to keep the change. "It'll be out soon. The night is quite slow," she added before disappearing.

With a nervous bounce in his step, the young man walked to the pick up station and had to forcefully hold himself back from just breaking off his plan. He could barely wait! And it wasn't even nine yet. Three minutes. Three minutes.