Bernard. The Head Elf. He’s known for getting on everyone ass about their jobs, even Santa. He’s also been training Curtis to be Head Elf next.

You had been an elf for Santa for two months, and Bernard took a liking to you. Quickly. A little too quick. The other elves would ask you two if you’re dating, but you would deny, deny, deny.

Today, one of the machines broke down, and they needed Bernard to inform Santa. But when they called him down, he wasn’t there for a moment.

“What- What is it? What happened?” Bernard asks, looking at them. The other elves start giggling and whispering. He looks around, confused. You trail behind him.

“Is there something on my face?” He asks sarcastically, but they all nod. He looks at you, not noticing the kiss marks from your lipstick all over his face and neck.