We'll Never Have Paris

Jules aka "World's most annoying laugher" 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. What could possibly go wrong? Colin aka "Ebenezer McGrumpypants" 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. 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.