I linger by the bin, staring down at the hot-pink note like it holds my fate. Look who’s believing in destiny now, you broody, hypocritical asshole. Zahra’s dainty cursive handwriting sticks out to me. I’d love to say thank you if you are willing to text me (that is if Rowan wasn’t annoying enough to throw this out before you got it). -Zahra Gulian
