The rain outside matched her mood, Hannah stood staring out of the living room window, thinking of Andrew.  Sighing, she decided to make coffee and start on the new story.  Fate must have something in store for the two of them, bumping into each other after her sudden departure from London.<br/><br/>With nothing but time on her hands, she wondered why Andrew’s personality was almost overwhelming up close but now that he was gone, life was too quiet.  Why did she feel a push-pull of emotions for him?  The years of keeping a wall around her heart, could it be preventing her from accepting his love?  It was obvious he loved her, what other man would respect her anxiety around intimacy?  Most couples didn’t hesitate to ‘jump in the sack’ and here they’d just slept together, as chaste as siblings. He kept thanking her for giving him another chance but maybe they were both giving each other a second chance at making things work?<br/><br/>Monday morning, she woke to a message about an early Christmas present.  With a cup of tea and Oscar in her lap, she called him back.  “Good morning, Andrew, may I call you Andy? Is this a good time to talk?"  Sipping the Earl Gray tea, “I’m eager to hear what this present is or are you keeping it a secret and just torturing me?”  She smiled, imaging what he looked like, dressed for work.