On a cold winter morning, Harmon sat silently at his desk. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His heart ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Sarah to love someone like him?
Slowly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a cool drink, on a summer's day. I wish my Sarah would love me, in her own beautiful way..."
"Do you?" Sarah sat down beside Harmon and put her hand on Harmon's -. "I think that could be arranged."
Harmon gasped -. "Really?"
"Of course," Sarah said softly as she moved closer to him
They came together and their kiss was tender and soft.
"I love you," Harmon said gently.
"I love you too," Sarah replied and leant into him.
They knew that although they had a battle to be together from now on due to their jobs, that they would be together and that was what mattered the most to them.