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Cocoa cookie slipped out of her front door and was immediately met with a cool rush of air. The weather was freezing today. How she longed to hold a cup of cocoa in her hand right now. It's comforting warmth could always make her feel much better.
A week away from Christmas, many people were rushing to get presents for others, children were frolicking in the snow, without a care in the world. Lights decorated the streets, laughter rang through the air, yes, the Christmas cheer was evident, she thought, as she strolled on.
As Cocoa cookie turned the corner, she heard a long note, followed by a cheery melody. Curiosity sparked in her, and she followed the sound to find a cookie with green hair playing the violin. His bow moved smoothly through the violin's strings, and the deep, rich sound that came from it filled her up with a joy and fullness that she had only felt whenever she drank her cocoa. A small crowd had gathered there, enjoying the music like her. Entranced, she closed her eyes and listened to the violinist. He was proficient at the musical instrument, no doubt.
Way too soon, the music stopped, and cocoa cookie opened her eyes to realise that she was the only one standing there. The rest of the cookies listening had long gone off to their separate homes. The violinist looked like he was also in a bit of a daze. Well, at least she didn't have to be embarrassed of being the only one so deeply rooted in the melody.
Still, she couldn't stop herself when she asked enthusiastically, "Where did you learn the violin from? That music was...amazing!"
"Thanks! Actually, I taught myself how to play the violin when I was young. I used to work as a waiter, but I quit my job to become a violinist. It has always been a passion of mine." He replied, slipping the violin back into the case.
"Ahh... that's nice! Unfortunately I don't have and spare change right now, but let me treat you to a drink! I know a cafe near here that serves pretty good drinks! Do you mind?" Cocoa was a bit sheepish, but it was the least she could do in return for that performance.
"I...uh, don't want to be a bother..."
"No, that's okay! I was heading there anyway!"
"Sure then!"
"Oh, by the way, what's your name?
"Mint choco cookie. And you?"
"I'm cocoa cookie! Follow me, the cafe is just this way."
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"Here. The cocoa is always a favourite of mine! " Cocoa cookie handed the cup to mint choco cookie and took a seat at the cozy booth in the cafe.
"Thanks for the treat- Woah, the cocoa IS good!" Mint choco exclaimed. "I would like to come here more often." Cocoa cookie smiled. They engaged in some small talk until she suddenly said: "Okay, so like, I've said this before, but your violin skills are just AMAZING! I bet if you worked hard, you could even perform on a stage! The way you play definitely belongs on a stage." She began merrily.
A look of confusion flashed across mint choco's face. "On... A stage?"
"Ahhh, I didn't mean to push you or anything! I just-" cocoa cookie looked away flusteredly.
"No, no, don't take it the wrong way. I'm just surprised, that's all. I thought that I want to play on the streets, to just bring joy with my music to people who are willing to stop and listen. I never thought about something so grand like... A stage!" Mint Choco hastily said, worriedly eyeing Cocoa cookie, who seemed to calm down at his words.
"Well yes but... If you perform on a stage, more people will be able to enjoy your music! Trust me, people will come and listen to you!" Cocoa cookie insisted.
"Maybe, maybe I will." Mint choco cookie laughed. "I guess I'm just still trying to take it in. This new idea, I mean." He looked at the window, and saw how the moon was already hanging in the sky, pink and orange streaks decorating the beautiful sunset. "It's getting late, and you probably have things to do. Thank you again for the treat."
Cocoa cookie bade farewell to the violinist and walked back home. She could cook something for dinner there. As she walked, she thought about the violinist and the way the beautiful melody slipped flawlessly from the strings of his violin. She could still feel the notes echoing in her dough.