A Modern Christmas Carol

“Flirting?” Roxas frowned, thinking back to his customers. Green eyes, worn and tired, and an ice cream cake left out. “Oh, no, he just works next door. We were complaining about customers.”“Roxy,” Vanitas grinned. “He’s literally the fucking boy next door. He’s hot too. Damn, I’d climb him.”“Vanitas!” Roxas chided. He stretched out the worn muscles in his arms. “This isn’t some quirky little romcom. Baristas are the ones who get all the meetcutes with hot guys like that. Not managers at a thrift store.”“Those dicks.”Roxas didn’t know it, but he’d discover that there was, in fact, a fifth circle of retail hell (the fourth being Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas is You, because listening to that song about twenty times a day five days a week for twenty-five days surely deserved its own spot).That circle of hell was Axel.--Or, the one where Roxas is a retail manager working the holidays and yet still manages to fall in love.