Perfect is far from perfect
It was Phil's birthday and all his friends had gathered round to celebrate with him. But there was one person that wasn't there that Phil wanted to celebrate with more than any of them. Sam. She'd probably had forgotten, she'd always been busy since Stuart moved in with her.
Everyone from the station had decided to go round to his house and suprise him with presents and alcohol. No matter how much he loved both those things he could not enjoy himself without Sam. Everyone was expecting him to dance with them but he just sat in the kitchen most of the time thinking about her.
He was awoken from his thoughts whn he heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" He shouted. Taking his time he walked from the kitchen to the front. He was gobsmacked to see Sam standing in the dooway with a black and blue chin and watery eyes.
"Sam what's happened?" Phil asked.
"Can I come in?" Sam pleaded.
"Yeah, of course." Phil took her to the kitchen and poured her a glass of wine. "Are you going to tell me what happened or not?" He asked.
"Stuart Turner happened!" Sam cried.