A/N: I am going to be posting two special chapters to celebrate Christmas, chapter 99 and 100! Hope you enjoy them!
[Setting: New York City. December 24th. 9:45 PM. West Village.]
The snow outside was falling heavily.
Inside The Roxette Bakery, Roxy slammed the cash register shut with a little more force than necessary. She was twenty-Five, entirely too sober for Christmas Eve, and ready to murder the weather.
She was meant to be out there, partying, hooking up with some hot man to celebrate Christmas.
But no, where was she?
Stuck in here because of a damn blizzard.
"If another winter comes like this again, I'm moving to Florida," Roxy muttered, wiping down the stainless-steel counter. "I mean it. I'll sell croissants to alligators. At least they're warm."
"Florida has hurricanes and humidity. That wouldn't be a nice place to live in." A voice countered.
