Hannah Sharpe had always loved Sydney with its picturesque landscape. It was a place where she felt calm.
She was a remarkable, special, cocoa drinker with deep blue eyes and a bubbly personality. Her friends saw her as a curious carer. Once, she had even rescued a baby from a burning building.
That's the sort of woman she was.
Hannah walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. Everything was covered in a layer of snow. It flurried around like mice on a windy day.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Luke Braxton. Luke was a gentle doctor who was adventurous and compassionate about his job.
Hannah gulped. She was not prepared for Luke.
As Hannah stepped outside and Luke came closer, she could see the eager smile on his face.
Luke walked up to her. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you."
Hannah looked back, even more surprised. "Luke..." she replied.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two fluttering, flaky foxes chatting at a birthday party,
which had R & B music playing in the background and two lovable uncles running to the beat.
Hannah studied Luke's face. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Hannah in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Luke."
Luke looked disappointed.
Hannah could actually hear Luke's emotions shatter into 2634 pieces. Then the gentle doctor hurried away into the distance.
Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Hannah's nerves tonight.