Comfort

"Dina, do you need help carrying the ice?" Dina stared into Wendell's eyes. His eyes were the type of brown that was like a sweet chocolate. The chocolate that melts at the slightest bit of the heat from love, or happiness. But that chocolate can also grow hard from the cold harsh reality that is apparent in this world. The anxiety that he hid from all those around him so well. "Uh, Dina?" Dina snapped out of her daydream and quickly tried to cover up her cheeks, that blushed a color similar to Wendell's brilliant red hair. "Uh
I-um" Dina stuttered under Wendell's gaze. "Here let me help y-" "NO, Uh I mean no thanks I got it"! Dina scurried to the cooler to fill it with the twenty pound ice bags that she attempted to lift, but ended up dragging instead. "I'm gonna go cook breakfast"!
Dina didn't know why she announced this, because she knew she was cooking for herself. Dina got into the shack, found the pancake mix, and heated up the stove. She thought about her exchange with Wendell from earlier. She thought about his beautiful melted chocolate brown eyes. She ran over to the window so she could look out to see if he was still there, but much to her dismay he wasn't. As she shuffled back to the stove, her shoe got caught on a nail and she fell forward. As a reflex, she put her hands out to catch herself and pressed her hand against the hot stove. She realized her mistake, but it was too late, she was already on the floor screaming.