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Chapter Eleven: Shopping

I had mentioned I loved the Christmas season enough to Mac. And don't get me wrong, I love to shop for myself and others. But this time, shopping didn't come easy. I had been in store after store and I still couldn't find the perfect gift for Mac. I mean, what should I get for a man who always works? A vacation, maybe…I wonder if he's asking the same question about me to himself…

My list goes on, but nothing seems to be right.

Vacation…no, I have no idea where he'd want to go…Yeah, right, you know exactly where he'd go…London, to visit Peyton. No, a vacation would not do.

Gift card…no, seems like I had no time to find him a gift and had to quickly pick out something.

Money…even more pathetic.

A date? Not exactly a gift, but something nice…not a good idea. Don't want to cross the line of being friends…you're spending the holidays with him as a friend, Stella, remember that.

So my list doesn't go on forever, actually, as I think about it, I see my list in fairly short. Maybe I'm not such a good gift giver…

After I think my chances of finding something for him are over, I find someone who may be able to help me as a stop at Starbucks. "Lindsay!"

She turns to look at me in surprise. "Stella, how are you doing?"

"Great," I reply quickly. "You?"

"I'm fine, thanks," she says.

"Look," I say, before she can go on, "I'm sorry about a while ago. I didn't mean to overwhelm you with the news of Mac and everything…"

"It's okay. I guess hearing the man crying was hard. It must have been even harder to see him cry."

I nod, remembering how sorry I felt for Mac that night. "Anyway, I need to ask you a question. What do you give Danny for the holidays?"

"A hug, a kiss," Lindsay says.

"An actual gift," I say.

She smiles. "Buying Mac a gift?"

"Buying?" I ask. "I haven't found anything to buy for him yet."

"How about making something for him?"

I think about that, but immediately shake my head. "I love art, but I'm not exactly the person who can make arts and crafts."

"I know," Lindsay says, taking a sip of her coffee, "how about create song for him?"

"I just said I wasn't the arts and crafts type of person. And I've tried creating my own song, but it hasn't worked out for me." Man, did I feel desperate now. If only I could turn around and have the gift for Mac hit me in the face.

"Then sing for him. I've already slipped it to him that you sang on Thanksgiving, I'm sure he'd love to hear you sing for him. Gifts that come from the heart are better than any material gift."

I open my mouth to object to the idea, but immediately closed it. Mac had seemed interested in hearing me sing, but would it really be a better gift than buying him something?

"I haven't heard any objections yet," Lindsay says, waking me from my thoughts.

"Would you sing for Danny?" I ask.

"Maybe," she replies. "I'd have to take some lessons from you first."

I smile. "Thanks Lindsay, but do you really think that would make a good gift?"

"I know that it would make a good gift," Lindsay says.

"Okay, I'll sing for him. Thanks for the help, Lindsay."

"Don't mention it. Anything that'll help you and Mac get together." Lindsay walks pass me, her almost finished coffee in her hands. I forget about buying a coffee for myself and hurry home. Hopefully finding a song to sing for Mac will be easier than picking out the perfect gift for him.