Part 7

A black luxury car picked us up from the hotel and drove us into the night. Beside the driver, there was a big buff man dressed all in black. I knew he was a bodyguard. Santa didn't react, so I knew he was part of the plan. I stayed quiet and relaxed. Our hands met in the middle of the back seat. Our fingers played with each other the whole time.

The car stopped at the side of a building that looked like some rock bar. The driver opened the doors for us, and the bodyguard immediately stepped closer. There was a line of people in front of the bar, waiting to get in, even though it was a Thursday. I was a little surprised because Santa didn't like crowded places and partying, but I didn't say anything. Two men led us to the big side doors. The staff was expecting us. They led us upstairs to a room with a glass wall, so we could see the inside of the bar and the dancefloor, but we couldn't really hear the music. I really liked the interior, it was so rock, the style I loved. Santa really knows me, I thought.

The waitress came and asked us for drinks.

"What are we going to drink?" I asked Santa because I didn't know his plan.

"Order a whiskey. You're going to need it," he said, amused.

"Okay, whiskey it is," I answered, and we both sat on the black leather sofa.