Mary and John had met by chance. That's all their relationship really was. Chance after chance. It didn't take long for Mary to develop feelings for him. Feelings that... As it turned out, were mirrored in her boyfriend. Mary never said 'I love you', but she didn't wimp out on other affections. She was bold and wild and she had finally met someone who liked her back in the same way as she liked him... Or so she thought. 'Will you marry me?' He had asked. Mary said no. It took her a week to respond with a 'yes' and even still, she was hesitant... Mary had always hated holidays with a passion. With each passing year, she would denounce every tradition until she had left no stone unturned... But something had changed within her since she had met John. A familiar, home-maker flip had switched inside her brain that made her want to decorate the flat and make cookies and have wild holiday sex... Maybe not the last one, but still. Mary spread the spirit as best as she could. It was but two weeks till Christmas. The only ads on Telly were for American sales and silly Christmas themed insurance ads, so Mary decided to make cookies. It didn't last long before she realized that she couldn't. On the verge of tears, Mary set up her artificial Christmas tree and sighed. When was John coming home? She had had an early shift today and she needed company... She doled out some frozen cookie dough and set it to bake, before she sent John a speedy text; [Text: Johnny Boy] Almost done at work, love?-Mary x