Dear Dylan: Georgia's Offer
(One year later)
Dear Dylan,
I don't even know why I'm writing to you anymore.
It's been two years since you last replied.
I'm giving you an offer.
Do you want to know who I am?
If you do, I'll be sitting at the last table in the cafeteria, by myself, on the right.
Hopefully, I'll be seeing you.
Cookies and cream, Georgia
