She replied with a grin. Isn’t that a lot of garlands?
Never too much for Christmas lol
Bailey laughed. Her mother was the same way. She went over the top with decorations. Christmas lights hung from her house, lighted candy canes lit her driveway, and a seven and a half Christmas tree stood before her large window in the living room. Not to mention the small nut crackers scattered all over the house.
Haha looks like we love the same holiday
He replied. Nice! What’s your favorite part of the holidays?
She ran her fingers through her curls. This was nothing. She wouldn’t overthink it. She wouldn’t overreact.
The snow
He wrote. No way.
Why? You don’t like it?
It’s one of my favorites too. Loved it as a kid.
Bailey ran a hand down her cheek. She could do this. Right?
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Three days later…
Should he call her? Though the background music played over a loudspeaker in the convenient store, Jackson stared at his phone in his hand. He then bypassed the wall of built-in coolers filled with milk all the way to vitamin water.
Jackson stopped at the counter with coffee and hot chocolate machines. He chose the latter this time. Taking a sip of the hot cocoa, he stared at the last message from Bailey with her cell number. It was now or never.
“You saved my number right?” he asked.
“I did. Nice to hear your voice, Jackson,” Bailey said.
“Are you busy?”
“I just got home from work.”
“How long have you worked at the salon?” He remembered that much. To think she lived in the same town he did blew his mind.
“For the last five years.”
“Is that what you pictured yourself doing for the rest of your life?”
“No, but I enjoy working with my mom. I didn't think I would be a nail technician. Are you happy with music?”
“I wouldn't want to do anything else,” Jackson said.
“I wish I could find what I'm passionate about.” Bailey gasped. “I said that out loud.”
“Don't worry about it. Sometimes we need to vent. What's on your mind?”
“Nothing. It's nice to hear that you love what you do.”
“What do you love?”
“I enjoy singing but it's a hobby. My dad was a singer. He even encouraged me into thinking I could be a professional.” Bailey laughed.
“I don't think it's a bad idea. Are you any good?”