Every morning we walked quietly to the train station, barely saying a word, just taking in our surroundings. We were encircled with the exotic greenery and birds chirping in the early morning sunlight. It was about a twenty minute walk to the train station from her house where we would be fenced with the presence of her friends who won’t quit harassing me and asking me endless numbers of questions. Does she tell her friends we are an item? I mean, I like her, but not in that way. She left me at her stop near her school and I continued into the city to explore the concrete jungle of Sydney.