How could he have missed the festive set-up she had going there? With the table and the ornaments, her and charming and color coordinated ensemble. It was like wandering onto the vision of a peppermint candy princess. Red and white with bows and snowflakes. Trent was already giving her a curious eye when her greeting speared him. Like a warm knife, it flayed a casual smile onto his face. The kind of grin that could heal the sick with it's sincerity.
"Heeeey." Shifting the direction of designer slacked hips and steering his way toward her table. Briefly acknowledging the Christmas Fund sign with an inquisitive quirk of his brow.
"How'd you get stuck with this job?" How could anyone be talked into this costume gig?