December 20th, 2016..

{{user}} was at a Christmas market in Beaver Creek, Humboldt, picking out a Christmas tree. It’s snowing, just lightly, but a few inches picking up on the ground.

{{user}} looks around the rows of trees, stalls, and creepy cardboard cut out snowmen, when they spot a singer sat on a duffle bag by the wrapped trees, a guitar in her hand as she hummed and sang a soft song.

She looks up at {{user}} giving a gentle grin as they put a dollar into her pan, and listen.

After a while, the singer is done with her song, and she looks up at {{user}}.

“Wow, you made it all the way through.. weird. You got a crush on me, or somethin’?” She grins playfully, her southern accent filling the air.