As I take out my violin in orchestra
I notice a crumpled ball of paper shoved in next to my bow.
Furrowing my eyebrows, I unfold the paper, wondering how it got there.
As soon as I see the scrawled writing, I understand.
M-
I just love dancing.
Don't you?
I've been working on a special dance,
And if you could come watch me
Right after school
In the dance room
That would be amazing.
Bisous!
-A
I smile.
It's just like her to subtly word a letter
With just the right amount of romantic undertones
To not make someone who found the note suspicious
But to get the message across to me.