The grass-type serpent pushed the frost covered glass door open and swooped into a gush of warm air that was clouding the small, dimly lit shop. She pulled her coat up over her shoulders a bit and shivered the cold off herself.

The door shut behind her with a click, locking the winter outside of this warm shelter. Without even a look around, the clerk greeted her.

"Good evening, Miss," the cheerful Kecleon chirped. "Merry Christmas," he added, giving the Snivy a wide and pleasant smile. "Here to do some last minute shopping?" he asked, leaning over the counter a bit.

She smiled and nodded before taking a glance around the small store. Most of the objects on display were golden colored, the light reflecting the sparkling color all over the store to give it a more golden and warm appearance itself. Her hand glided out in front of her to guide where her eyes looked. They fell upon many eye-catching gifts, but nothing that she found good enough. After spending a few minutes of searching around the store and finding nothing, the Kecleon cleared his throat and spoke up again.

"Is there something that I can help you find Miss?" he asked the Snivy. She looked at him before stepping up to the counter and inhaling.

"I want something that..." she began but paused, "It's hard to explain, but I want something that can tell someone just how important they are," she told him, putting her hands on the counter. The Kecleon chuckled and turned around before starting to look at the displaying case behind him while speaking.

"I see, and who's this special someone if you don't mind me asking?" he asked cheerfully. The serpent smiled and sighed, staring at her fingers and replying.

"He's... just someone that I'm very close to, someone special to me. You know, the usual," she replied, receiving a chuckle in response.

"Hmm, there is no usual when it comes to love. Other than its usually unique," he said to her, peering over his shoulder for a second before continuing to search. The Snivy smiled and nodded. Suddenly the Kecleon exclaimed and looked down. He was holding something in his hands.

"What do you think about this?" he whispered before turning around slowly and sliding it on the counter. The Snivy gasped.

Before her eyes was a necklace with a charm in the middle of it. The charm seemed to be two long tails twirled around each other; one was silver and the other gold. The 'tails' get thicker as they go up, and at a certain point, they break off from each other and then curve upwards and back to form the shape of heart. Getting to the tip of the tails, they curl around again, this time around two different colored gems. The silver tail would curl around an emerald, and the gold would curl around a sapphire. It twinkled brightly even in the dim light.

The serpent was at a loss for words. It was magnificent. She reached down and picked it up, letting the charm rest in her hands. It was perfect. Tears even started to form in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away with her other hand and looked up to the shop owner.

"It's beautiful," she told him, looking back down at it again before fishing her other hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out a satchel of what sounded like money. She sat it on the counter. It would definitely be enough. The Kecleon didn't even check the satchel before sliding it towards himself and sliding it off the counter. A soft thump sounded as it hit something.

"I thought you would," he chirped, his warm smile still spread across his face. "Can I get you anything else?" he asked her with a cock of his head. She shook her head in response and put the necklace in her pocket. She would box and wrap the present herself.

"Well," he leaned up. "Merry Christmas to you, Miss. I'm glad I could help you," he told her gleefully.

"Thank you sir, Merry Christmas to you too," she replied cheerfully before heading to the door and opening it up. The cold wind rushed back into her again, forcing the warm air back into the shop. She stepped out into the snow and shut the door behind her.

The winter's cold may have chased the shop's warmth away, but with her hand in her pocket, clutching the charm tightly and thinking of who it was meant for, it'd keep her warm.