Stan had always been good with numbers, it had felt like a good fit when he'd started out, but the reality of it had turned out to be much different. And despite the urging of his family and the expectation of those who had pushed him in that direction, Stan had decided to try something new - drastically new in point of fact, and now there he was running his own little coffee shop in the middle of no where starting over with a new life and a new plan, or maybe it was a lack of a plan, it felt that way sometimes.
But sometimes that was good - like tonight, without a plan and suddenly he found himself with the kind of company he never would have fooled himself into thinking he could have showing off what had become his new home to Beverly. He chuckled when she suggested that maybe fate had played a hand in getting him here, or maybe his gas tank. "Whatever the reason I can't say that I mind having ended up here." He told her honestly, it was a more interesting life than the one he'd left behind.
Though he might not be big on Christmas himself he could appreciate the charm of the whole Santa's Village thing that the town did every year, it was a wholesome kind of nice that you didn't see much anymore.
"Like I said it's a pretty big draw this time of year," He told her as they wandered into the village that had little stalls set up with roasted nuts, hot chocolate, and cookies, and of course little hand made gifts, it was like something out of a story. And of course as they made their way through the little set up you could see the path up ahead that invited children to come and meet Santa. "It's pretty charming if you're into all of this." He said with a little huff, feeling like all of it might just be a little bit too hokey for someone like Beverly.