Snow Is Falling

It's Christmas Eve. Snow is falling outside and he's still in the office.

He sighs and wishes he'd taken up Stella's offer to get Irish coffee before they called it a night. The last thing he'll be doing now is paperwork.

Or not.

He glances up as the door swings open.

Stella.

Hooked over her arms are plastic bags and she is holding precariously in one hand, two Styrofoam cups.

He hurriedly gets up and goes to help her.

"Stella? What're you doing here?"

She looks at him as if it's obvious.

"I'm bringing Christmas to you."

He smiles.

fin.