Caitlyn grinned. She hadn't had this much fun in a long time. And her admirer had described himself even! Curly hair… She'd always liked those guys with curly hair.

"Hey, Reggie. He says thanks again."

The old man, smiled. "Oh, it was nothing. If more young people were as creative as him, I'd help every single one. You are welcome. Come back again soon!"

Caitlyn couldn't help it; she reached over the counter and gave him a hug.

"I say thanks, too."

"Oh, you kids are just too nice. Once you find out who he is, I want you to bring him back here with you. Come visit me in this quiet place!"

"Alright. I'll try my hardest."

She waved as she walked out the door and into the cold.

The chocolate shop was two streets down. She could handle it, she was a big girl. But as her dad would say, it was damn cold. Caitlyn pulled her hat down over her ears and stuffed her un-gloved hands in her pockets. She shuffled along, accidentally bumping in to some of the few people out and about in the cold, mumbling a muffled, "Sorry!" as they walked on.

When she got to the door of the chocolate shop, she held it open for a sweet-looking elderly couple who smiled and thanked her. She loved how the holidays made people happy.

The first thing Caitlyn noticed as she stepped inside was the smell. The irresistible smell of warm chocolate wafted through the shop and Caitlyn breathed it in like it was the last thing she'd ever do. The shop was small and cozy, painted only brown and red, with fancy-looking words on the wall, and black and white photos hanging up. It was beautiful and very romantic-looking, only the bravest of men would dare to enter. Caitlyn knew her admirer was definitely not a wimpy one if he'd willingly gone inside this place.

She practically danced her way up to the counter.

There was a woman there with short brown hair and a warm smile. "What would you like today, Miss?" She asked Caitlyn.

"I have a delivery from a boy with curly hair." Caitlyn said, all business.

"Oooh," The woman said knowingly. "I'll be right back. Oh, but first- tell me your name."

"Caitlyn," Caitlyn said, but it came out as more of a question.

The woman smiled, apparently satisfied. Then she disappeared under a red curtain behind the counter.

Caitlyn waited, drumming her fingers on the counter. She was giddy with excitement; she figured she was probably getting some kind of high off the chocolate fumes.

When the happy woman finally came back, Caitlyn's eyes could only follow the heart-shaped box that was in her hands. She was so fixated on that that she didn't notice the woman wink at her while she said, "Enjoy that, and have a wonderful day."

Caitlyn's eyes only briefly made contact with hers when Caitlyn thanked her with a big smile and wished her a wonderful day, too.

As much as she liked the place, Caitlyn tore out of it like it was on fire. She was just too excited about the chocolate clue. Not that she hadn't been excited about the others. She was just actively showing it now. She ran to a nearby bench and sat down there, even though it was cold. She'd just always had this fantasy of sitting on a bench in the winter, and thought that however weird that fantasy may be, she might as well fulfill it now.

She untied the pink ribbon bow that was artistically tied around the box and carefully lifted its lid off. Inside were six round chocolates. Each of them had a letter carefully painted on them with what seemed to be another kind of chocolate.

M-U-S-I-C-A

"To give you a clue of who I am." That's what the last note had said, and the last bit had been in Spanish. Musica was music. Caitlyn could have figured that out without Spanish class. Apparently, this boy had something to do with music. Maybe he was in a band? Maybe he wrote songs? Maybe he couldn't sing or play any instruments and he just liked to listen to music?

Caitlyn caught sight of a note stuck to the underside of the top of the box and nearly tore in the process of ripping it off.

Caitlyn,

I really hope you know what that word means. If you don't, you are doomed. Well, not really, but you'll never figure out where to go next. So first, you need to know that word. Which I don't know why you wouldn't. Okay, anyway. Moving on.

You need to go to a store that would be associated with that word. Once you are there, you need to find someone. You know the person. You'll recognize them. Once you see them, I think you can put two and two together to figure out who I am. But that's not the end! Oh, no, not at all. Don't worry. That person who you find, that you know, that you'll recognize, will give you the next clue.

This should be awesome.

-Your Soon-To-Be-Not-Secret Admirer

*Sigh* If only there was a boy who was actually like that in real life. Haha. Okay, so I get out of school for break in two days, so hopefully I should be writing like mad very soon, and I'm aiming to have this story done by Christmas. Yep.

So I really hope you liked that chapter and pleasepleaseplease review!!! I LOVE reviewers, they're some of my favorite people in the world. And for those of who you are reviewing, keep it up, and thank you for all the positiveness!! AND thank you, as always, for reading! :)