The Christmas Party

The Ice Queen

"Time's up," I said.

Jennie scowled. "Jisoo, I need to finish that."

"Says who?"

"My boss."

"Where are they?"

"Home."

"Interesting." Jennie glared at me. "You can finish this tomorrow. You have to stop staying at work so late. It's time to go."

Jennie huffed but didn't argue. Maybe what she really needed was someone to tell her to stop. Maybe she just needed someone to pull her away from work every night.

"Let me just put these in water," Jennie said and placed the roses on her desk in a vase. She grabbed her coat and her bag and I dropped the papers on her desk with a victorious smirk. I offered my hand, which Jennie accepted and we walked out of the office. We shared a laugh at Jongin's expense in the elevator.

"That was very cool of you," Jennie said as we rode the elevator.

I grinned. "I always hated that guy. It was worth every penny."

"You've always hated him, huh?"

"Yeah." I scowled. "I hated the way he treated you."

Jennie studied me.

"I mean, I obviously don't know the whole picture, but the few times we were all together he was a dick to you; I didn't like it."

Jennie was quiet for a moment longer before she spoke. "Yeah, he was pretty awful. I shouldn't have dated him in the first place."

"Why did you?"

Jennie shrugged. "I'm not sure anymore."

I glanced at her but didn't press the issue. The elevator door dinged and I gestured for her to exit first.

"Thank you for the flowers by the way; they were beautiful, even if it was just to piss off Jongin."

"No, they were for you," I said, opening the door of the building and letting Jennie walk through. "Pissing off Jongin was just an added bonus. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't bring flowers?"

Jennie raised her eyebrow at me but didn't comment. We walked to the car and I pulled open the passenger door and gently closed it behind her as she climbed into the seat. When I hopped in the driver's seat Jennie was appraising me.

"What?" I asked.

"You're more chivalrous than most of the men I've dated."

"You need to date better men."

"Maybe I just need to date women."

I laughed. "Yeah, maybe you do." Jennie smiled as she watched me.

When we arrived at the restaurant I made sure to pull out Jennie's chair for her and carefully slid it in as she sat down.

"You're really working hard for this," Jennie commented.

"I'm treating you like every other girl I date."

"Even the fake ones?"

"Especially the fake ones. We've got to practice now so our act is perfect for next Friday."

"Please enlighten me about my role next Friday."

"Let's start off with how we met and started dating."

"The truth?"

"Which is?"

"We met through my brother."