Zoe was sat at her office desk, tired with boredom she ran her fingers through her shiny black bob and sighed. She glanced at the calendar, Christmas Eve, exactly four months since her wedding, four months since it all fell apart.
She still kept his picture on her desk, a constant reminder of the man she loved.
She decided to venture downstairs and immerse herself in the job she loved, but it still wasn't enough to take her mind off Max, nothing was.
"Zoe." Connie's harsh voice echoed, "Patient in cubicle five."
"Okay." She replied, her Jimmy choos clicking loudly on the polished floors. She drew open the curtain, inside was Robin chatting to the patient. He was dark haired yet with piercing blue eyes.
"Hi, I'm Dr Hanna." She introduced, "What seems to be the problem?"
"I tripped and hurt my arm." He said.
"Ok, do you mind if I have a look?" Zoe replied, but she couldn't concentrate. His hair was like Max's. Almost identical. The way it was messy like he'd just rolled out of bed bed but with a rugged sexiness to it.
Zoe barely comprehended the patients nod, all she could think about was Max. As she felt the patient's arm she felt tears begin to well in her eyes as she struggled to keep her mind off her estranged husband.
"I'm sorry." She said, quickly removing herself from the cubicle and running tearfully upstairs.
She thought about going to her office but decided against it. Anyone could find her there. Instead she made her way to Max's cubbyhole, a place where she felt truly at home.
She quickly shut the door behind her and collapsed onto the chair in a heap of tears. She felt unaware of time as she cried. All she could think about was him. His gorgeous hair. His beautiful eyes. His terrible humour. His rugged stubble. His cheeky grin...
"Zoe?", the door opened and Zoe looked up to see who it was.
In the doorway stood Max.
"Max... I... I..." She stuttered, feeling vulnerable with her tear stained cheeks and blotchy eyes.
"Oh Zo..." He said, gazing deeply into her watery eyes.
Suddenly a Christmas song played. Mariah Carey: All I Want For Christmas Is You. The chorus belted loudly from Max's pocket.
"My ringtone." He grinned, cupping his wife's face in his hand.
"Couldn't be more true." She giggled back, wrapping her arms around his waist and planting her lips on his. Eventually they parted.
"You're the best Christmas present a girl could wish for." She whispered in his ear before leaning back in to kiss him once more.