Old Habits Die Hard

You wrap your coat around you even tighter as another gust of cold Switzerland air blows. You fumble to try and get your keys so you can unlock the door. You've lived here almost your entire life, but the cold never gets old as you barely manage to put the key in the first lock, despite your frozen fingers.

"Fuck!" You yell as your keys fall into the snow after you unlock the first one.

You blow into your hands, trying to heat them up, before you reach down and pick up the wet key.

"Excuse me?" Some woman asks.

Predetermining her question you say, "Yeah, one second, I've just got to get the last Ah! There we go." You happily say as you rush into the chocolate store.

Now you get your first look at the impatient woman, which absolutely shocks you. Standing in front of you is the one and only Paris Hilton! TV reality show star, singer, actress, media hound, and most importantly, Playboy model.

"uh..." You stammer, starstruck.

"Yes, yes. I'm Paris Hilton. Is your store open?" she rudely asks.

"Uh-Yes!" You manage to get out.

Without saying anything else, she walks in the open door and begins to look through the aisles.