The Female Santa

November 30th; Twenty Five Days Before Christmas

November 30th; Twenty Five Days Before Christmas

Since a very young age, Misaki could never bring herself to sleep for more than three to four hours. And sleeping on a complete different bed in two strangers' apartment acted as a cherry on top for the whole situation. There was anxiety bubbling up in her chest due to the trip she had to take for North Pole today, as well.

When the clock had struck exactly four thirty in the morning, there was simply no way she could go back to her dream where Adam had finally confessed his undying love and desire for the raven haired beauty with a long passionate kiss. Misaki sat up on the bed in the guest room and peered out of the window, wondering what in the world she was doing here with the two strange men.

Despite the fact, Caspar had used his elf magic to make her understand the complete case of the Yule Tournament with a ting of a minor compelling spell, not that Misaki was aware of it, there was a teeny tiny part of her that still was quite unsure about everything. She couldn't help but worry of what her roommate might be thinking of her sudden disappearance, and what if her scary Japanese mother had popped up in her apartment in the cover of a surprise visit, like she does once in awhile, and had freaked out when she realised her daughter was not home, and also whether if her boss had been worried when she had not returned to their workplace the day before yesterday with his hot chocolate.

To top it off, Misaki's stupid buttocks had forgotten to take her cellphone along with her, from her office, when she had gone to Dunkin Donuts so she couldn't possibly contact anyone. Well, she was to be blamed for it, anyways, as she never bothered to remember phone numbers. Not even her own.

"What's bothering you, Ms. Perez?" Jack sat down next to Misaki on the bed and handed her a cup of green tea with a tiny smile.

The young woman took a sip of the tea and shot the elf a pointed look, "Let's get certain things clear, firstly, call me Misaki, and no formalities, and secondly, you cannot just barge inside a bedroom without any notice. What if I was changing or worse, masturbating?"

An embarrassed blush erupted on Jack's face, turning his pale milky skin to a warm pink color. He rubbed the back of his neck shyly and cleared his throat.

"I apologise for my behaviour, Ms. Per-, I mean, Misaki, I swear on my dog that I won't do such a thing again," spoke Jack with an awkward smile.

Misaki gasped out loud in excitement, almost dropping the tea from her hands, "You have a dog?!"

Jack nodded his head while looking outside the window with a fond smile, "I do, a husky named Draco."

Misaki gasped again and smiled brightly while scooting closer to the blonde Elf, "You like Harry Potter?"

"Who doesn't?" He grinned widely at Misaki.

The twenty three year old finally started to feel somewhat comfortable as for the first time in forever, somebody was actually talking to her on their own will and also had common interests with her. Misaki found it weird though, that even if she knew Jack for hardly a day, she trusted him enough to give him her bank account number.

She chuckled to herself at her stupid thought and continued sipping her tea.

"Misaki, are you sure you want to participate in Yule Tournament? You can always refuse, Santa James will understand," said Jack in a concerned voice while fiddling with his thumbs.

She sighed loudly and brought her right hand to Jack's fiddling ones and then she gave them a light squeeze, "I cannot let you and your companion, Caspar, suffer due to my selfishness. I know I'm a huge ass bitch but still, you know."