Record video chat wrapping my hands around the warm mug, I finally feel myself begin to relax and warm up. The temperatures were record low today and I spent the day outside working at my father’s Christmas tree farm.
The tree video chat server became his retirement job after my grandfather died and left my father a large plot of land. He gets such enjoyment out of planting new trees and getting all ready for the holiday season. The only time I get to spend with him before Christmas is when I’m working at the farm so that’s where I choose to spend the weekends. As much as webcam chat server like to admit that I do it for the quality "father-daughter bonding time," there is a slight ulterior motive.........you.
The Christmas tree lights blur in front of my eyes when I bring up images of you, the way you work so hard with my dad, helping people chop down their trees and tie them to the roof of their car, the way your muscles flex underneath your flannel shirts when you’re hard at work, or best of all the shy smiles that you flash me when you catch me staring at you. A blush creeps into my cheeks just thinking about it. I can see your brown hair with just a few wisps of gray at the temple, the incredible six foot figure and the kind smile. The image of you spreads warmth within me and I shake my head to clear it of your presence. What would my father think if his daughter was going after a man twice her age? The wind howls outside and I walk to the window to close the blinds. One glance out the window and it is a total chat webcam the visibility must be close to zero. Thankful to be inside and that Dad’s tree farm closes at dusk, I return to the cozy couch.
Just as I settle in and pick up a book from the coffee table, there is a knock at the door. Not expecting any visitors this time of night with such a blizzard outside, I cautiously approach the door and open it a crack. When I see you standing on the record video chat with the wind blowing against you and snow covering your entire jacket, I open the door completely and invite you inside. Before I can ask what brings you to my house, you tell me that your truck broke down a young ways down the record video chat and you didn’t know where else to go on Christmas Eve. Helping you off with your jacket, I hang it beside mine and automatically reach to dust the snow from your hair. My hand stops at your brow and we look into each other’s eyes, wanting to kiss but unsure what the other person is thinking. The moment passes when you ask for my phone. |
