Pop Tarts and Mistletoe. The Happy Holidates Series, #1

Being stuck at the airport wasn't part of my holiday plans. I was on my way to stay with my best friend and his family for the holidays when a freak snowstorm hit. Now I'm stuck, all planes are grounded, and there are no hotel rooms available. I also have no clue of when I'd be able to get on another plane, so here I sit. Then I saw her. She stood in front of a vending machine, scrounging through her purse.
When she found her last bit of change, she carefully made her selection. A disappointed look came over her face and she began to punch and kick the vending machine trying to get whatever she'd selected to drop. When it did, she threw her hands in the air as if she'd just made the winning touchdown. Then she bent down and pulled out a package of pop tarts. Pop tarts? Who buys pop tarts from a vending machine? She was feisty and cute, and I knew I needed to meet her.
So, I invited her to sit with me.  The night passed quickly, with flights heading out the next morning. It was then I realized I'd missed an opportunity as I watched her disappear into the airport crowd. However, Father Christmas smiled down on me once again when I discovered that the beautiful holiday angel, I'd met earlier was my best friends sister, and I only had a few days to make her mine.