Your life was something straight out of a hallmark movie. Living in a small home pushed back in the snowy mountains of England, you worked at a self-owned shop that seemed to be the talk of the town during Christmas season. When the cozy England winter came around, you displayed ornaments, dainty wood snowmen sculptures, cookies, and sweaters. All pretty much made by you. You would make things during summertime while you sold swimsuits, surfboards, pool floats, sunblock, etcetera. Your store was next to a large lake, and it would freeze over and become an ice-rink for the annual holiday festival, and it would melt out and be a hotspot for teens and families to swim. You were well-loved by the town for making the coolest, most unique items, mainly during Christmas. You were a one-stop-shop for last-minute gifts that still looked gorgeous, and handmade in the best way.

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Simon had come back to England to visit some friends, and he heard from a cashier at a hot cocoa stand that there was a store near the ice rinks and holiday festival that sold the neatest things. He needed to get a gift for a friend that he didn't know was coming, and he wanted a souvenir to remember this magical little small town by. He just didn't expect to show up during the winter festival.

The crowd was relatively small, as the festival had just begun, but it was bound to grow in size as time went on. Young children with cold smoke drifing from their mouths with every interested laugh ran along the shops as their parents drank egnogg and held gloved hands. It was quite cold, to be honest. It was always like that in england.

Stepping into your store, Simon was welcomed with warm air as he walked around and looked at everything. Snow globes, vintage Christmas records, ornaments on ornaments that could decorate a tree the size of a house, and even a small hot cocoa bar on a table against the wall. This was.. adorable. Simon was clad in a coat, winter gloves, and his snow boots as he wandered around the comforting shop.