The Blue Mountain café had a rustic feel and an earthy bush ambience. The setting sun was making its way across the interior overlooking the fields of the valley. Hordes of cyclists were stopping by for a quick meal after their tiring run.

She was stirring the coffee amidst its sweet scent wafting through the air, when she heard the most beautiful symphony calling her name out. Mahir, he still looked like a deity with his hard, chiselled face, resembling that of some ancient Greek statue.