Part 5

The shooting day lasted even longer than planned, which confirmed that today really wasn't my day. P'Win was getting on my nerves with his joking around, but I realized it wasn't his fault I felt that way. I needed to talk to Santa. I needed him in my arms.

I entered the elevator, ready to go home, but luck wasn't on my side. P'Win stepped in right behind me.

"I met Santa last night," he said casually.

"I know," was all I could say.

"Oh," he murmured.

"Are you checking if he told me?" I asked; I knew right away.

"Yes," he admitted.

"You know he's mine. Why wouldn't he tell me?" I said strictly.

"Don't you want to know what we talked about?" he teased.

"No," I said, barely hiding my anger.

"Relax, Perth. All he talked about was you. He adores you more than me," he said, nodded, and left the elevator before me.

I rushed home, even though I knew Santa wasn't there yet. The calm of home gave me hope that I could salvage my day.