Helloooooo! We've got more tratie for youuuuuu! Anyways, happy December 4th, and happy 21 days until Christmas. This was written by Fae(me) and we own nothing so, uh, yeah. Enjoy!

I bring out the presents that I have to wrap for tomorrow.

Way to go, Travis, for procrastinating until the night before Christmas.

I go to the supply closet in search of wrapping paper.

"Wrapping paper, wrapping paper," I mutter to myself as I rummage through the random stuff.

"Crap." I cross my arms, looking at my closet in defeat. "No wrapping paper. And Christmas is literally tomorrow."

I sigh, knowing that I'll have to go to the store-if any are even open at 11 at night. I throw on a jacket and slip on some shoes.

I jingle my keys in my pocket as I walk out into the cold air of the night. "Stupid, stupid Travis. Never do this again." I chide myself as I drive to Walmart, glad to have a 24-hour store nearby.

A few minutes later and I'm at Walmart. I park in a mostly empty parking lot, and get out. The cold air cuts through my jacket, making me shiver.

I enter the store, the warmth penetrating through me, warming me up. There's no one there except for a few janitors walking around. I only see one cashier.

This is embarrassing. I'm the only fool who would have to buy wrapping paper on Christmas Eve.

I walk down a few isles, looking for wrapping paper. I finally find some.

"Thank god." I breathe, taking just about 10 full size tubes. Knowing myself, I'll probably forget to buy more next year.

They're hard to hold, but with my many tubes, I head to the lonely cashier.

She's leaning against the counter, reading a gardening magazine.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She asks in a monotone voice, not looking up. The poor lady, she's probably exhausted from taking night shift.

That's the moment that my hands decide to slip, causing all the rolls to go flying.

I curse, a little too loudly, and stumble around, trying to pick up all the rolling wrapping paper tubes.

The cashier yelps, hopping over the counter to help me. Her dirty blonde hair escapes it's ponytail, flying around her face. It swishes by me. It smells like a flower field.

We finally gather all the rolls, placing them on the conveyor belt.

The cashier goes back behind the counter and starts scanning them. "My goodness, that's the most exciting thing that's happened all day."

I laugh awkwardly. "Sorry about that." I read her name tag: Katie.

"No, it's ok. I've had a long day and that lifted my spirits a little bit. Getting stuck on night shift on Christmas Eve? Not fun." She looks up from the scanner to look at me.

Her green eyes catch me by surprise. They're stunning. I smile, "Hey, I get it. Christmas Eve and I realize I have no wrapping paper." I scoff at myself.

"Huh," she looks up as she cocks her head, a cute gesture. "That's not good. Guess we both got a bit of bad luck."

"It's not bad luck, it's procrastination." She gives me a look. "For me, anyways."

"That'll be 56.98." Katie says, bagging my wrapping paper.

"Dang, how overpriced is this stuff?" I pull out my wallet, regretting taking 10 rolls.

"I don't know, but I've learned not to question it. The managers don't take too kindly to criticizing questions." Katie hands me the bag as I hand her the money.

"Oof, that sucks. And thank you. I hope you have a good rest of your night." I give her small smile.

"Thank you, uh, what's your name?" Her eyes are shining under the bright lights, making them look like small green stars.

"Travis. Travis Stoll." I don't know what came over me to give out my last name. "Have a merry Christmas, Katie!" I call as I leave the store. I see Katie smiling and waving.

"Merry Christmas!" Her voice sweet, like audible sugar.

As I drive home, I can only think about the beautiful cashier, Katie. I'll have to go to Walmart more often.