Window Wonderland Page #6

I have to

call Kenneth.

You want me to

handle that for you?

Attention, employees!

The store will open

in 10 minutes.

Whoops.

No, you have, um,

you've done enough.

Hey, what happened to

that chocolate-scarfing

Brooklyn girl

from last night?

Hel... lo?

Hey, Megan.

No, we were

working late.

Something like that.

You might want to get

your act together.

The store is opening.

The store is open.

Great.

Now I have to do

the walk of shame.

Big deal.

I do it every day.

Employee discount, 5%,

right?

That's how we do it.

Thank you.

Time is a little short.

Hey.

Weren't you

wearing that yesterday?

Yes.

Not interested.

Chop chop.

The photographer's waiting.

What photographer?

The times.

He's doing a spread on

the Christmas windows.

I told you about this.

You didn't let her know?

I... sorry.

I totally forgot.

I can't...

I can't be

photographed like this.

I can.

I look great.

Come on, both of you.

It's not funny.

No, it's not.

No!

Well, it's funny

you should say that

because the crowds outside

have never been bigger.

Actually, Christmas Eve,

we will be unveiling

our final windows

of the season...

Please don't touch me.

It's a casual pose.

It's a casual pose

for snaps.

That's fine.

Thank you, thank you.

Please stop.

Why is everybody

coming at once?

Just take the pictures.

Your hand.

Hi.

I am so sorry

that I missed the party.

I cannot believe you got

locked in there with that guy.

If it was anyone else,

I might be jealous.

What was he doing,

robbing the place?

It...

Uh, it's sort of

complicated.

Can I have a chardonnay?

Thanks.

Um, he...

He lost his apartment.

So?

So, he's kind of...

Temporarily been...

Living there.

At mcguire's?

In the bedroom display.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

Yeah, but you can't

say anything.

To anyone.

It's so perfect.

Who are you calling?

I'm calling my dad.

Are you kidding me?

Old man mcguire would

love to find out that

that loser is sleeping

in the store.

No, no. No. No.

No calls.

No.

You want to become

head designer, right?

Yeah.

But not in that way.

Why?

This is a slam dunk.

Promise me that you're not

going to make any calls.

Okay.

I promise, no calls.

Thank you.

I'm guessing

you saw it.

Oh, God.

Unfortunately, yes.

Most people only

get in the papers

three times

in their lives...

When they're born,

when they're married,

and when they die.

And in my case,

when they look like

a complete psycho.

You know,

I don't remember a time

when the windows got

more attention.

Miss jeffers didn't get

half your crowds.

And she worked alone.

Ha ha.

Lucky her.

So spending the night

in the store

hasn't changed

your opinion of him?

He told you about that?

Yeah.

I offered him to stay

at my place,

but he's too proud.

Yeah, well, I think you're

giving him too much credit.

And the keys to

the executive restroom?

I am shocked that

he has not made off

with the soap

and the bathroom fixtures.

I didn't give him the keys.

Must have got those

from someone else.

He said that

you gave him the keys.

Nope.

Just the alarm codes.

Hot dog,

I look pretty good.

Don't worry,

you look all right.

You have the alarm codes?

The...

Oops.

So, we weren't locked in.

Uh...

Technically, no.

Why would you lie

to keep me in the store?

Why do you think?

I don't know, uh...

To distract me?

To keep your enemies closer?

To make me look

unprofessional

in front of Fitch?

Or to... I don't know,

try to ruin things

between me and Kenneth?

Uh, none of the above.

Although to be fair,

you and Kenneth...

I don't see it.

Whatever it is,

that you think

you're doing here,

it won't work.

Can't blame a guy

for trying, right?

Well, we still have

one more window.

The grand finale.

Mm-hmm,

and my window

is going to make your window

look like a re-gifted

fruitcake.

Is that right?

Yeah, so you better go on

get back to your napkins.

There's no more napkins.

It's all up here.

Mm.

Yeah, that'll work out,

real well.

Morning, Rita.

Looking good.

Hello.

Thank you.

You smell good.

Yeah, some free

cologne samples.

How's that eggnog?

Ah, weak.

I concur.

Talk to Marge

in kitchenware.

Oh, what's up, k-man?

Aren't you supposed to

be at the airport?

Flight delay.

Last chance

to change your mind.

I can't.

Come on.

Happy holidays.

Kenneth,

that's her drink.

She's my...

Coworker.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

It happens.

I actually...

I don't shake hands,

but I'll tell you what,

buy yourself

something on me, okay?

Hand that back, please.

Hand it back,

please?

Hey, girls.

I'm going to fix the sink

in the ladies' John.

You want to join me for

a couple of hot dogs later?

Yeah. If you're buying,

let's go get some.

Kenneth,

this is, um...

This is my mother.

Rita dorentella.

I'm sorry,

I don't, uh...

I don't understand.

I thought you said

that your mother

was traveling.

Yeah, well, um,

only back and forth

to mcguire's.

She's the "domestic

concierge,"

which is...

That's not the truth.

Um, she's

the bathroom attendant.

And this is my Uncle Jimmy.

I'm a drain surgeon!

Sloan, what is going on?

I thought that

you wouldn't like me

if you knew that I wasn't...

Like you.

And apparently,

I am the most

shallow and insecure person

in the entire world,

so, um, I'm sorry.

I have to go.

I'm-I'm sorry.

Wait, shouldn't we

at least fight about this?

About...

You okay?

He'll get over it.

A little fighting's

good for a couple, right?

Kenneth doesn't fight.

I thought

Kenneth didn't shake hands.

I really messed this up.

Clearly,

I'm no relationship expert,

but if he can't accept you

for who you are,

why would you

want to be with him?

And who am I, really?

I mean, come on, what,

I'm a liar, and a fake,

with questionable talent.

That is not who you are.

If only I had been

honest with him

from the beginning...

He would have

dumped you immediately.

You don't know that.

Well, I'm going to dinner.

What? It's 3:
00.

Yeah, I'm done early.

How can you be done?

I mean, I'll probably

paint the room green,

or red, or...

I don't know, maybe both.

You expect me to believe

that

that right there

is your Christmas Eve

window?

Yup.

You're trying to throw me

off.

No.

Less is more, right?

What happened to

"more is more?"

Maybe less is the new more.

That's your final window?

A plate of cookies,

and a... what is it,

a glass of milk?

And the Santa hat.

You realize

you're going to lose.

I don't know, maybe.

And you don't care?

It means more to you.

Oh, there she is!

Merry Christmas Eve Eve,

everyone...

I saw you naked.

Okay.

Um, what are you doing here?

You invited me.

The other night,

at the store?

Yeah, I know, I remember.

I just didn't think

you'd actually show up.

Jake brought you

these beautiful flowers.

Uh, second floor

garden display?

Good eye.

I would have brought

chocolate,

but, for some reason,

Fitch started

locking his office.

Speaking of which...

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