It's the twenty third of December, Dr. Lightman's daughter comes more frequently, decorating the GIGANTIC Christmas tree with ornaments of all shapes and colors, beautiful, shining lights. I sneak looks at her from my desk, which clearly views the tree and her. Sometimes I can see her eyes in the window if it's dark enough, being lit up by the gorgeous lights. As I watch today, she is smiling at her work as she is putting the last dozen ornaments and light strings on. And then she looked into the window, pretty much a mirror and she catches me looking at her. She snaps back to her work, forcing to keep her embarrassment at bay. I had already snapped back to my own work, my face becoming hot. Gillian Foster walks up to me, spying my peek at Lightman's Daughter and the tree.

"Beautiful tree." She asked, loud. The Daughter looks again through the mirrored window.

"Uh, yeah." I reply, loudly as well and confused. Everyone looked at us,

"Why are we doing this so loud?" I asked.

"I saw you." She said, "I won't tell him." Foster replied.

"Saw what?" I asked, she grinned,

"You were checking out Emily." She replied.

"No no no, you see-." I began.

"Don't lie about it, do something about It." she retorts.

"Go away." I said, giggling and looking back down at the song I was trying to write. She walked off, heels clicking on the way to her office.

"I'm hanging the mistletoe!" she called; I shook my head, grinning.

"Hey." A voice called, I froze, looking up. It was Emily,

"You talking to me?" I ask.

"Yeah you, could you hand me that last string of lights?" she asked. I nodded, getting up from my seat and strolling over. I grabbed the neat bundle of lights, and handed them to her. She pulled them up, nicking a glass ball. It dropped off the tree branch, hurdling towards the ground. I put my hand out on instinct, and caught it. I swore it was gonna break when it hit my hand. I handed it back up to her, she hung it farther in this time. I turned to walk off,

"I'm Emily by the way." She said, wrapping the lights around the tree efficiently.

"I'm Chase." I reply, turning around for a second before walking over to my desk again. I sat down silently and turned back to my song, blushing.

"Hey Chase, got a minute?" Torres asked me, walking over to my lone desk.

"Another interrogation?" I asked, surprised.

"Nope, just wanna talk in private." She replied, smiling. I stood up yet again from my desk, walking with her around the corner.

"So, you can sing right?" she asked.

"I guess." I reply.

"Would you mind putting on a show at the party?" she asked, "We need something new this year." She finished. I uttered "uh" over and over.

"Please?" she asked, smiling.

"Fine." I reply.

"Thanks!" she says squeezing my hand and hurrying off.