Winter Wonderland Vol. 2 is a collection of four romantic shorts, featuring all of the workplace drama you've probably experienced and a little bit that you hopefully haven't.
The best parts of Mel & Dre’s work days involve each other, but they haven’t acknowledged it.
Destin and Nyah are a match made through text messages, but only one person knows the true identity of the other.
Perry is trying to keep his relationship with Zara intact, but one coworker is hellbent on doing whatever possible to break them up.
Jalen doesn’t want to work with the woman who once made him her side piece. Vanessa has big plans, which don’t include rekindling a romance.
At 225 Tiffany Avenue, clients show up for branding that’ll shine and expect to see a profit. But the employees are miserable and the drama never ends.
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Excerpt from New Groove, story two in Winter Wonderland Vol. 2.
Unknown: For real though, happy birthday
Nyah: Thank you. Sorry for your heartbreak
Unknown: It’s cool, we been broken up for a few months. I do feel kinda played though
He tugged at my heart tonight.
I was in the middle of rapidly typing a reply, something that would help this random person feel better, and before I knew it, my thumb hit the answer button on a FaceTime call from the unknown number. I gasped and dropped my phone.
The sound that notified me that both ends of the line connected shocked me, but what shocked me more was the face that was on the other side of the call. I could see his face but all my side of the video call showed was the spinning ceiling fan and ceiling.
That face, that square chin, that almond brown skin, filled my phone screen. The face I usually saw in focus or laughter mode was relaxed tonight, as it stared into the camera, confused. A few seconds later, the call disconnected, because that call was obviously a mistake. Especially since he now knew I wasn’t Shae.
Unknown: My bad, didn’t meant to FT you.
He texted me back so quickly after he hung up, but not before the shock wore off of who I was texting and who I’d been casually talking to for the first time ever.
I felt bad for the stranger before. But now one question consumed me.
Destin Coleman had a broken heart?