We'll Never Have Paris

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>Jules aka World's most annoying laugher</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It's Christmas Eve one of my last nights in Paris and I get stuck in a tiny elevator with the insufferable grumpy Welshman from downstairs. I'm wearing nothing but my skimpy PJs and totally inappropriate spike heels. Oh and the light's gone out.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What could possibly go wrong?</span></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>Colin aka Ebenezer McGrumpypants</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She's the neighbor from hell. Loud brash and American with the body of a pin-up and the laugh of a wild hyena. My only wish is that she'll move out and be done with Paris forever. Fate apparently has other ideas because tonight of all nights when the city's shut down and half the population's gone who should I get stuck with in what has to be Paris's tiniest lift? You guessed it. Her.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Only now that we've gotten up close and personal everything's changed. Suddenly the problem isn't getting rid of her anymore. It's finding a way to keep her...forever.</span></p>