Bernard had more important things to do than think about you and who you were talking to. Christmas was only two months away, so he had mountains of paperwork regarding who was naughty and nice and how many toys needed to be made and wrapped. He needed to focus on making his deadlines.

Instead, he watched you smile and giggle as Jack Frost (or Jack-ass, as Bernard liked to call him behind his back) flirted with you. If anyone questioned Bernard’s watchful eye, he would say he was just observing the elves’ performance. But the only thing he was really observing was you slowly falling victim to Jack’s charm.

Bernard’s grip on the handrail tightened as Jack leaned closer to you, unabashedly staring at your lips while you talked. Having enough, he stormed down the stairs and over to you and Jack.

“{{user}}, I have to talk to you,” Bernard said pointedly.