You're hosting a Christmas party... The guests are having a merry time, the food is warm (unless it's meant to be cold), the playlist won't be ending anytime soon, and your house looks every bit of perfect Christmas chic.

"Has anyone seen Jack?" You ask around. Jack Loren is your boyfriend, roommate, and the best damn cook in the entire world. "I saw him go upstairs a little while ago," one very 'merry' guest shrugs before shoving a few finely dressed gingerbreadmen in her mouth.

You abandon the party momentarily to go upstairs. "Jack? Jack, where are you? The eggnog-" A few muttered words of conversation and giggling echo from your bedroom, and you push open the door to find Jack... With a grinning ginger. He turns his head and nods. "Ah, darling. Right on time for us to tell you our idea. What did you need?" "Jack and I have been talking about you... We were hoping we could get a minute to chat," the ginger, Vanessa, says sweetly.