Nash's [POV]
"Jim told me someone paid for all of this. Do you have any idea who might have done that?"
Elle walks out of the store wrapped up warmly in all her new clothes. She has the blue hat pulled down to her eyes with a long braid coming out of the side of it.
"No idea. It was probably Santa."
I grab her bags and hang them on one arm and guide her toward Izzy's with the other.
"I'm going to pay you back and I'm annoyed with you right now." She looks up at me, shaking her head.
"Yeah, yeah. Just keep walking."
When we walk in the door, she stops so suddenly that I crash into her. I wrap my free arm around her to keep her from falling over.
"Oh my God!" she says, staring straight ahead. She leans her body back against mine.
"Are you okay?" I direct my eyes to her line of sight. She's looking at my neighbor Sam.
"It's Santa," she whispers, pressing her back further into me.
"It's not Santa. Do you think every old guy with a white beard is Santa?"
