“Hey Sonya!” Julie greeted me with a smile.

“Hey!” I looked around, then leaned in closer. “Hey, listen, did I ever tell you about what I did to Onew’s folder?” She had known about the flower. After all, she helped me think of the musical notes.

“Nope.”

“Okay, come on then.” I led her into to the choir room and then the rack where the folders were on. I took out Onew’s, and took out the two notes.

Julie looked at the post-it, and then a note on heart-shaped paper. “Two notes?”

“Yup. I put it in yesterday.” I looked at it. This time, I had chosen a blue gel pen. For some reason gel pens made my hand feel pretty, so my handwriting was transformed.

Hey, it’s me again.

Your smile is as beautiful as the sound of your voice.

Sorry, that was awkward. But hey, look! I left space for you to write. If you want to have a conversation. If you want me to stop, just crumble up the note, I’ll get it. Otherwise I’ll keep writing below.

“Wow.” Julie looked impressed.

“I know right?” My heart sank as I saw he didn’t write anything below.

“What do you think he’ll do?”

I shrugged. “He hasn’t asked anything about it. But we talked it during chorus, and I had to pretend I had no idea about it.”

“God that must have been awful.”

“You know me. I’ll do whatever I have to do when desperate.” At that moment, the bell rang.

“So what are you going to do now?” Julie asked as we walked to history class.

I shrugged. “Wait, I guess? I really have nothing else planned.”