Post It

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I could put the piece of paper inside the envelope again and pretend this never happened. I don’t have to go in some crazy scavenger hunt to find this guy. I thought we would meet and spend the day together, knowing each other in person. I never thought he would make me go through a whole ordeal to find him. Or his name. This wasn’t part o the plan. But then again, there wasn’t really a plan.

I should just ignore this and go back home.

But I’m here.

I already came, I found the envelope and made my mind to come and meet this person. Maybe it’ll be fun. I don’t know unless I try and following clues shouldn’t get me in much trouble. Well… it could. It could get me killed.

Oh God, what am I doing?

Clearly, I’m reading the next page.

Yay you turned the page! I appreciate your trust. I know it’s hard to just do what some stranger tells you. I know it would be hard for me. I promise I won’t disappoint you. I know all this must sound like a silly game but I’m just trying to make you have fun. People say I’m dramatic and they are right, I can’t do things in a common and boring way. What’s the fun of that? Anyhow, let’s do this.

The first letter is H.

By the way, I’m not giving you all the letters in order. You’ll only figure out my name at the end of this journey and when we meet.

If you want to find the next clue, and by clue I mean the next letter, then you need to go for breakfast. I bet you didn’t have anything this morning.

I laugh because it’s true. I don’t know exactly how he could know that, but it makes me smile and that smile makes me keep reading the letter.

There’s a coffee shop not too far from the bench. It’s small and nice but I swear to God it sells the best breakfast in the whole city. Sweet or salty, whatever you want. And the coffee is great. I drew you a map just in case. Once you’re in there make sure to say “I’m Maca, I was sent here for a letter.” The rest is up to them. Enjoy your breakfast! I’ll see you soon (:

I turn the next page and there’s a map. It’s simple but it helps me to know where I am supposed to go. I still have that smile plastered on my lips and now that I’ve thought of breakfast I could actually use some food. My stomach feels empty and I know I won’t meet him there. Plus, it’s a coffee shop. Unless someone attacks me on the way, I should be all right. Plus, if it looks like a trap or something, I don’t have to walk in.

So I take another look at the map and put it inside the envelope once again and then shove it inside my purse. Fixing my scarf once again, I start walking. This is clearly not what I was expecting, but I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or not. It sounds troublesome to do all these things just to meet a stranger, but then, he did all this. He actually planned this hunt so we could meet. And he wanted to make something special. I can at least try.

Sure as hell I never expected I would end up walking to a coffee shop to collect another letter when I found the first post-it, and even less when I decided to reply. I just wanted to thank this stranger.

• • •

I was back from uni and heading home. I made it to my second class and all the others. I also managed to meet Professor Fiorentino and explain her what had happened. She was always sweet and understanding. She could be a strict professor but she had this maternal thing about her and I adored her.

During the whole day I had been thinking of the post-it. A few times I opened the pad and re-read it as if I needed it to give me strength during the rest of the day. Somehow, it worked. So on my way back I decided to do something in return. Whoever left that note there for anyone to find had helped me today and the least I could do was saying thank you.