My Christmas Spirit by Wells K.C

Author:Wells, K.C. [Wells, K.C.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-12-13T16:00:00+00:00

Thursday. Thirteen days to Christmas

I’d just taken my morning break and was pouring myself a coffee when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out to see a text from Ollie.

Got a minute?

I hit call. “Good timing. What’s up?”

“I know this is going to sound odd, but… I’ve got something for you, and I’d like to bring it round on tomorrow night. If you’re not doing anything, that is.”

I wasn’t about to tell him I never did anything on a Friday night. “This sounds very mysterious.”

“I know. I can’t tell you what I’m bringing, because I want it to be a surprise. But I will bring dinner, how’s that? Even if it’s a ready meal from Tesco that I pick up on the way.”

“Make it a chicken korma with naan bread and you’re on.”

“Oh, a Friday night Indian. I can do that. So it’s a yes?”

“What time were you thinking of?”

“Maybe seven? That’ll give you time to get home from work, shower, whatever.”

I told him that was fine. “I’m making a detour on my way home tonight. I need to go to B&Q for some more Christmas tree lights. I realized that once I put on the ones I already have, you won’t even see them on this tree.”

“Always go for more than you think you need. I usually have about five hundred on my tree.”

I laughed. “That makes my one hundred and fifty sound pitiful.” I had to admit I was intrigued. “Oh, come on. Just one clue?”

“No clues. But you’ll like it.”

His confidence made me smile. “In that case, I’ll see you tomorrow night.” A thought occurred to me. “What do you drink? Apart from spiced rum and coke.” Now that I thought about it, when was the last time I bought a bottle of rum?

“I’d already thought of that. I’m bringing a couple of bottles of mulled wine. All we have to do is warm it.”

A Friday night with Ollie, a surprise, chicken korma, and a glass or two of mulled wine. It sounded perfect.

“I’ll see you at the flat then.” We said our goodbyes and I disconnected. I took my coffee back to my desk and sat in my chair, staring at the monitor but not really seeing it. I couldn’t decide whether my good mood was due to the prospect of company, or the fact that it was Ollie.

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