First of all, I would like to tell you that it's not me the writer but she gave me the ok to translate this story and put it here. So without further ado, here's the story.

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December 24, 8:35 pm, Berlin, David Seidel's office

David Seidel had the nose plunged into a lot of paperwork like always these days. He did not really need it but apparently, Christmas Eve or not, he must go to work. Work's market is ruthless even when we are his own boss.

Fortunately that there was Lisa, a true fairy, and a sincere friend -- without her Kerima would have already collapsed. That, David had understood it well now, Lisa had become essential for him.

Lisa Plenske had taught him a great deal: David had learned what really meant appreciating something or somebody. That people around him were not only there to serve him and that you should not only make things because we are waiting for something in return.

To make things right just by kindness was as well and much more developing. David sighed. He was absorbed so much in his paperwork that he did not hear that someone knocked on the door. The door opened and Lisa had a smile by seeing him too concentrated.

Definitely, he is getting more and more handsome. Lisa, stops that, you're rambling again. You know well enough that he is not interested in you… He already became your friend, be happy with that. Yes, but it would be so much better if he could see me like more than a friend. But it would be so good if he could love me. Lisa, it is not the moment, focus!

What Lisa was unaware of, it is that a mistletoe had been placed above the door. Maybe destiny was going to push things a little bit…

Lisa entered the office, two cups of coffee smoking in a hand. She turned around and closed the door behind her. David raised the nose out of his paperwork only when Lisa put a cup under his nose. He raised the eyes and smiles to her

"What are you still doing here, Lisa?"

"Me? I should ask you the same thing."

"I'm trying to put a little bit of order in this paperwork, but as you can see, it doesn't really work."

"I see that." She smiles. David took a mug and smelled the coffee, thing that he likes to do. Lisa is looking at him without saying nothing.

It wasn't the first time but it surely wont be the last time that she was looking at him like that. It was stronger than her. His look was always attracted to him each time that she looks at him. Her big blue eyes went straight on David as if they were attracted by an invisible force. He opened his eyes after a few minutes. "Thank you."

"Tell me, you shouldn't be with Mariella? It's Christmas Eve…"

"Yeah, in theory…"

In theory? But how's that "in theory"? Would not things be so pink for David and Mariella finally? Nevertheless they always seem well-matched and it lasts for a long time. On the other hand be for a long time together and always not married? And if--

Elisabeth Plenske, you're rambling again. He could never...,no, no, dont think that, everybody can change. He respects me and that is very important.

"In theory?"

"Mariella behaves bizarrely lately and no, I am not cheating." Lisa lowered her eyes. "I -- I have never claimed something like that." David sees the expression on Lisa's face and he got up, putting down his cup of coffee on his desk. He stood in front of her.

"Excuse me, I know that you did not say that." He made another step towards her and embraced her as he had already done it and Lisa closed her eyes as usual. In his arms, she felt safe and the rest of the world didn't exist anymore.

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Most of the staff from "Kerima Moda" were always present in the premises of the company, polishing up certain things, even if some had returned earlier at home.

Hugo Haas was naturally always in the company, doing one of the major components of the new collection. Hannah was also there, too. Without his assistant, Hugo would have become crazy -- not that he is already crazy even when she was there -- Hugo Haas is the perfect example of the creator of fashion: an eccentric who has his small manias and his panic attacks. But there's a sure thing, and it is also the most important, he has talent.

As he was apparently inspired, he would not stop, holiday or not. The inspiration was a very precious thing quite as it was for every artist in any domain.

Hannah retouched a dress when he looked at her. "Hannah, but finally, what's that? Didn't you just learn anything since the time you work with me?" He asked her on a tone which gave you the impression to know how to nothing make the good. And as often, Hannah lowered her eyes.

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David felt suddenly Lisa's body shaking itself slowly. He moved back slightly and he released her gradually of his embrace. When he realized that she was laughing, he looked at her and a smile was outlined on its own lips.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Sorry," she answered him between two laughs. "It is just that I thought again about the miniature golf. You loathed that at the beginning, because you did not win, you had sent your first golf ball under a bush and you did not manage to get it back. You finally get it then I said to you that we could make what you wanted but I wanted to finish the game…"

David has to laugh too: what a day this game of golf, well, what an afternoon and he had to admit that he had liked that. Simply be able to be David Seidel -- not Mr Seidel.

"I remember it and if my memories are good, it seems to me that you laughed at me, no?" He made a corner smile. "Yes, but I assure you to see you to free to dislodge the ball which had fallen between the patches of ground was really funny."

"Yes, obviously, but I would be kind enough to have seen you on my shoes."

"On your shoes? I would not have brought it down," she says to him most seriously possible, what really meant is not seriously at all because she could not stop from roaring. "I thank you, Lisa. It is very nice of you." He answered her pouted there. Without thinking, Lisa Plenske raised himself on tiptoe and kissed David on the cheek. "Thank you," she made when she moved back a step to be able again to look at him in the eyes.

David looked at her with an interrogative look, surprised by this simple word. "Thank you for what, Lisa?" He asked. She lowered one moment her eyes before putting again the big blue eyes on him.

"Please you have been capable of seeing beyond my physical appearance which is little flattering, it is necessary to say. Thanks for being my friend. Thanks for trusting me. Thanks for respecting me…" The eyes began to fill with tears.

"Hey, Lisa…" David made again a step towards her and embraced her again. "You remember what I said to you when I had just lost the manager's position of Kerima because of Richard's schemes?" He asked her friendly. She nodded the head against his shoulder.

David repeated it to her nevertheless. "Lisa I so owe it to you, no other one would have made what you made for me. I really think it. Thanks to you, we made an excellent work. I respect you infinitely and not only on the professional plan. I have never seen anybody in this environment displaying so many human qualities… Thank you. Thank you for everything."

And as she had done it that day, Lisa began crying. David still added. "This day, I forgot to thank you for another thing, Lisa…" She rose on him big blue eyes reddened by tears.

"Forgot to tell me what?" She asked him in a choked voice by the sobs. "I forgot to thank you for having made me a better person, Lisa," answered David by looking at her in the eyes.

It seemed however that there was a different light in the eyes but Lisa did not manage to define what it was. At least as long as she remembers, David Seidel had never looked at her like that, so intensely.

Then, as taken out of trance, he asked her, "You want a cup of coffee?"

"Hmmm? Yes, I do, thank you. But wait, I'll go with you. " David and Lisa thus went in the direction of the door. They walked the one next to the other one and, without noticing it, Lisa's hand settled on the latch quite as that of her boss. They now had the hand the one on the other they fixed their hands and then looked in their eyes. After, Lisa lowered eyes.

David Seidel did not seem to want to remove the hand, but Lisa did not realize it right now. He exercised a light pressure on Lisa's hand to make lower the latch downward. Lisa had completely forgotten where they were and why they were there. All she was conscious about was David's sweet hand on her, of its heat and nothing else.

David, if only you could hold me the hand really because I am the one that you love and not Mariella. If only… but it is necessary to face the evidence I have no luck in front of the beautiful Mariella von Brahmberg. She is more attractive than I and in this superficial world the physical appearance counts most, what we have in the head do not really count.

Oh, please David, tell me that you love me, tell me that I am the only one who counts for you. David approached slowly still closer to her, slid the arms around her and put the forehead against his.

"I love you my love, I would never love anybody but you." David bent slightly the back and put off the head to be able to look at her in the eyes before tilting the head and bending slowly and putting his lips on his.

It is then that Lisa realized that really it is what she had just done. She removed abruptly the top of her hand on that of David. "Excuse me, I didn't mean…" Lisa got ready to leave in another place of the office but she felt David holding her by the arm. Surprised, Lisa looked over the shoulder, scrutinizing him a glance to try to understand.

"David, what is--" David Seidel said nothing, he has her returned simply to him by smiling maliciously. "You don't have to apologize, look over us," he says to her in raising an index to show her the branch of mistletoe.

"Yes but…" she began.

"Shh," made David by placing delicately its index on Lisa's mouth. Lisa Plenske raised then the blue eyes on his boss, wondering what was happening. She was in front of him at the moment.

"David?" She murmured more for herself than for him. David tilted slightly the head towards the left by looking at her in her eyes then let his glance caress his lips before looking at her again in the eyes. Then finally he captured Lisa's lips.

Lisa's heart pounded. No, he is not kissing me, I am still dreaming as usual nevertheless about these lips on mine look like so real and so sweet.

David abandoned Lisa's lips. She seemed so distant maybe he had made an error…

"Excuse me, I thought…"

"Don't be sorry. It is just that you should not play with me, David."

"Play? How's that?"

"At first, to kiss me like that and then you are going to tell me, or I am accidentally going to discover, that in fact you deceived me like with the golf: you only played with me to be certain that I would not go somewhere else with my talents," she says to him by going away again towards David's desk.

David followed her, sad eyes. "Lisa," he began, putting a hand on her shoulder but she got free. David got closer to her and repeated his gesture and made her revolve slowly so that he can look at her in the eyes. His heart squeezed up when he saw Lisa's eyes full of tears. What he had said to Max Petersen in the men bathroom this day was stupid and disrespectful to her. She should never have understood this conversation -- only she had heard it.