I’m waiting in line for a coffee at Brumehill Brews, when a guy comes up to me. “Excuse me,” he says. He holds something out to me. “That guy out there asked me to come in and give you this.” Sure enough, when I follow the direction of his nod towards the glass doors of the café, I see Tuck standing on the other side. A boyish grin is carving his dimples deep on his stubble-covered cheeks. My chest flutters. I unfold the note. In case you were wondering, I haven’t stopped loving you since I wrote that first note this morning. In fact, I love you more. See the drawing below for proof.
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