I really can't stay... He's the handsome, older man next door. The one who works with my father; the one with the wolfish grin that's gotten me warm in places it shouldn't for longer than it should have. And I shouldn't be here, not like this, not alone with him, and not on Christmas Eve. I ought to say no. But it's so cold outside, and so warm in here. He's almost twice my age, but I can't say no to him. Not with that look in his eyes; that look that makes me want to try new things. Things like maybe giving him the sort of gift you can only give a man once... And it really is cold out there. Well, maybe just one more drink...