Stephanie grinned, picked up the folder again, and clutched it to her chest. “You won't regret it. I'm going to find the biggest Christmas story your paper has ever published.”

Jason smiled. “And if you don't?”

Stephanie smiled and shook her head, her confidence oozing from her crooked grin. “That's not going to happen.” Her eyes twinkled, daring him to contradict her.

Jason's chest rumbled with laughter. “There’s no way there’s anything newsworthy in these silly high school pranks. Wasting time working on that story when I’m down a reporter. For the record, you'll owe me for going on a wild goose chase when you could be making yourself useful.”

Stephanie waved her hand as she turned to leave, the file tucked beneath her arm. “What is it that I would owe you if I'm wrong?”

She paused in the doorway and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Not that that's going to happen.”

Jason chuckled, enjoying the banter a little too much. “Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’m thinking something along the lines of writing me a real story.” He smirked. “Like, how does Santa deliver all those presents in one night?”