Cowboy for Christmas
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Chapter one, Stella. She saw the Cowboy for the first time at the ice cream aisle. Stella mcgivan had just arrived at her college girlfriend's hometown to visit two weeks over Christmas break and decided to stop for ice cream at the store. Stella was in a post finals funk that could only be lifted by cookie dough. Super chunk overdue by at least a week frazzled from the two hour drive she had just taken from her dorm room on snowy roads. She saw the lights of what looked like a grocery store and slowed down try to anyway. But instead she skidded hitting the curb and thankfully nothing else as she pulled into the nearly empty parking lot. At least everyone else had the sense to stay home during the blizzard. So there she was in the frozen food section. Her slushy boots squeaking on the floor. She was on the hunt for a little single serving carton of blue bunny, super chunky cookie dough. When she saw this cowboy peeking her direction a few shelves down, he was sneaking glances at her just past the frame of an open frozen food store beyond which she saw dark eyes, a sexy scruff, a cowboy hat, a fleece lined leather jacket and a plaid shirt tucked in snug jeans. Caught looking. The cowboy tipped his hat and gave her a shy smile. Now, normally where Stella was from Denver, if a guy were to make eyes at her like that, she'd shut him right down because that would just be too creepy. But she was in the little town of Sunny Ridge in Colorado for that day, far from civilization and ski slopes, she felt fairly safe returning his smile. So she did his gaze connected even deeper, dazzling her like sunlight dazed. She went back to looking for her ice cream. A little happy hum went through her body kind of like the same buzz you get anticipating Christmas. Even the cheesy elevator music playing overhead conspired to her blip of gladness in a grocery store in the middle of nowhere. It was nice to have a tall, dark and handsome stranger admire her on a stormy winter day. Even if it was a cowboy who was the complete opposite to a city girl like her Stella touched her blue knit cap self-consciously and pretended to be engrossed in the plethora of ice cream flavors. She heard the thy noise of his boots moving down the aisle towards her in the reflection in the door. She saw him slow down pause and then pass the freezer door was open. But she felt that heat rise up the collar of her neck sweater. At the last minute, she thought about turning to smile at him again, but that would have been too encouraging. Hey, you a man's voice. Boom. From the end of the aisle closer to the cowboy. What you doing? Getting ice cream for dinner? Stella snuck a peek at the person speaking. He was a cowboy too much shorter with a light colored hat. They talk like they knew each other really well. And a band she could only have here. The cowboys voice and laugh was low and husky just as she had imagined it would be with the little ice cream carton in her hand. She turned to go the other way. If the cowboy were alone, maybe she would have maneuvered herself over there the long way to the cash register. But the friend's appearance squashed that instead she walked extra slow in case he was about ready to pay for his ice cream dinner. The lines at the check out weren't long enough to stall. Unfortunately, Stella declined a plastic bag for her loan purchase and walked to the exit. She turned her head to see if she could glance him one more time. And sure enough, he was lined up at the register checking Stella out.