The Cosy Christmas Chocolate Shop: The perfect, feel good romantic comedy to curl up with this Christmas!. Caroline Roberts

later, the shop door chimed and in breezed Holly, who’d agreed to help after school again.

      ‘Hi, Em!’

      ‘Afternoon, Holly. It’s good to see you, it’s been really busy.’

      ‘Ah yes, the big day! Happy Valentine’s.’

      ‘Thanks! Have you had any surprises? Cards from secret admirers, or the like?’ Em asked her assistant.

      ‘No, sadly not, but there’s still time. I can live in hope.’ She laughed. ‘And you? Any cards?’

      ‘Now come on, Holly, don’t be daft.’

      ‘Not even Malteser Man?’

      Emma had shared the disastrous-date tale with Holly to cheer her up one day.

      ‘Hah, I think I’d burn a card from him.’

      Jeez, just imagine if he actually did call in to surprise her with a Valentine’s gift – maybe another grab bag of Maltesers? Hah, what a nightmare!

      ‘I think I’ll go and make us a coffee, Holly. I was flagging a bit there. It might keep us going.’

      ‘Good idea. Actually, would it be a pain if I had a hot chocolate? I really fancy that.’

      ‘Of course you can. You deserve it for helping me out so much this week. And I shall put on that swirly cream you like and mini marshmallows.’ She remembered there were some left from making the Rocky Road chocolate bars.

      ‘Okay, yes, that’d be fab. Delish.’

      Emma was turning to go, when she spotted Holly’s head shoot up. The door chimed, and in walked the young man from the hotel.

      ‘Hello,’ Holly said rather cautiously from her position behind the counter.

      ‘Hi.’

      ‘I’ll just head out back, make our drinks,’ Emma said loudly, to give them a little space. She had seen what he was carrying and was smiling to herself, hoping. She couldn’t help but hover by the door to listen in, though.

      Adam stood at the far side of the counter, looking slightly awkward.

      Em could almost sense Holly holding her breath.

      ‘Umm … these are for you …’ he spoke softly.

      ‘Oh, how lovely!’ There was a little quiver in Holly’s voice. At just seventeen, she had never been given flowers before.

      Emma gave a little air punch in the back hallway. Her instincts had been right all along.

      Out in the shop, the young man was handing over a huge bouquet of beautiful pink and white flowers, with roses and carnations and lilies, all tied up with a large pink bow, the exact colour Holly had suggested for the box of custom-picked chocolates the day before.

      ‘Oh, and these, of course.’ He passed her the very same box of chocolates, grinning. ‘I’m sure you’ll like them, seeing as you chose them all yourself.’

      Holly seemed lost for words. But the huge grin across her face echoed his. Then her smile dropped a little, and she looked concerned. ‘But the other chocolates … every week. Who …?’ She sounded as though she hardly dared ask.

      ‘Oh, right, yes – I get them for my gran.’

      ‘Your gran?’

      ‘Yep. I’ve been staying with her since I got this new job. I couldn’t have afforded to rent somewhere on my own – I’m on trainee wages at the moment – and Gran lives just down the road in Seahouses. She’s let me have her spare room, so the chocolates are a bit of a thank you.’

      ‘Oh, I see.’ All those weeks of thinking he was seeing someone else. Holly could hardly believe it.

      Emma was still listening in, and smiling widely at this point, out of sight in the corridor to the kitchen. Aw, that’s so lovely.

      ‘Thank you so much.’ Emma could hear the lump that must have formed in Holly’s throat.

      ‘And …’ he started. There was a brief nervous pause. ‘I wondered if you might like to go out with me sometime? I was thinking maybe a coffee or something, perhaps at the hotel? Oh, I’m Adam, by the way.’

      Yes, Emma had said. ‘I’m Holly.’

      Emma couldn’t help but peek through the doorway at this point, to see Holly lay the bouquet down carefully on the counter to take the hand Adam was offering in a handshake.

      ‘Actually,’ Holly leaned across the bouquet and the countertop, ‘I think I need to do this.’ And with that she gave him a peck on the cheek, which made the colour soar in his face.

      ‘Thank you for the flowers and the chocolates. And yes, I would love to come for a coffee.’

      ‘Great!’ He seemed to relax. ‘So, maybe this week? When’s a good time? I get a Wednesday off generally.’

      ‘Oh, I’m at school – Sixth Form,’ she quickly added. ‘But I get back by quarter to four, so maybe around then.’

      ‘That’s fine. Well then, call up at the hotel at a quarter to four next Wednesday and head for the lounge area. We could have some Afternoon Tea. Do you like that?’

      ‘Ooh yes. Sounds lovely … Oops, hang on.’ There was a moment of panic when she realised she’d still be in her school clothes. ‘I’ll just need five minutes more.’ She darted a look at Emma, who was now hovering at the inner doorway. ‘Need to get changed,’ Holly mouthed across to her. ‘Can I do that here?’