Riley's POV:
My mom drove me to the post office around eleven forty-five, just because I like being early. When I walked in, I saw Mayor Rick... well, sleeping in a roller chair.
"Mayor Rick!" I yelled at him. He jumped and stared at me.
"Oh, hey Riley! How ya 'doin kiddo?"
"Don't we have work to do?"
"Oh," he said looking around, "yeah."
Mayor Rick led my mom into, what I'm guessing, the bosses room, and he led me into another man's office. The man was black, and looked as if he were sixteen or seventeen.
"This is Christian," Mayor Rick said as he led me in.
"Hey," Christian said.
"Hey," I said, sort of waving.
"Well," Mayor Rick began, "I'm going to chat with your mom and Amy." and after that, he was out the door.
Christian and I sat there for a brief moment until he spoke up.
"So... You've been writing letters?"
"Obviously," I replied.
"Oh, yeah," he said.
We sat there in silence again.
"You know," I began, "you don't have to be afraid of me."
"No, no," Christian said, "I'm not. I just-"
"Your shy," I cut him off.
"Well, no-"
"Listen Kristin-"
"Christian-"
"Kristin, Christian. Same difference. You can talk to me. I don't bite!"
"Alright! alright," he said. "So I've been reading your letters and-"
"Woah, woah," I freaked out, "that's illegal!"
"What?" He blushed. "It is?!"
"No. I'm just messing with ya." We both laughed. "At least, I don't think it is."
"Yeah," he started over, "so I've been reading your letters, and they are pretty sweet. I like them. But they have to stop. You can't send them here anymore. We don't deliver letters without an address or area code."
"Understood. I'm sorry."
"Not a problem."
We sat there, once again, in silence.
"Ya know, they are pretty good. Pretty heartwarming," he said
"Yeah."
"...It's very nice of you to do-"
"State your point. What do you want from me?"
"I like your letters."
"And you want to continue reading them?"
"Yeah."
"But I can't send them here anymore."
"Just...Just..." he struggled, "just come here every other day and drop them off to me. Except for Saturdays and Sundays."
"Deal," I said shaking his hand.
And like that, we were friends.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Bri
PertualanganAfter Christian left my room, I sat up in my bed. I looked at the ceiling, as if it were the sky. I looked to my very right, and there on my dresser, sat the very last letter I would ever right. Yet, I didn't know that. I went to bed, afterward. I h...
