The Napkin (alternate)

//If you haven't read The Napkin yet and have just happens to click on this story please go read it The Napkin first//

I sat in the café, writing to my friend Mary. We both had phones, but it was an old habit of ours, our version of a diary. Besides, maybe in a few hundred years the scientists will say
"We have little idea of what life was like in the 2000's, as it's all lost in the jumble of wires. Thank God for the two idiots who kept writing letters."
Tangent, sorry. Although we only lived across town from each other, the letters were from a time when her mother was in the military. He had retired only three months ago, I had always thought Mary was lucky, getting to travel. I've lived in La Mesa, California all my life. I grew up at Northmont, then Parkway, and was now in Grossmont. Mary's family had finally settled down and I could hop on the trolley and stroll to see her whenever I wanted.
I didn't stop writing letters though.
Dear Mary, I wrote, then stopped, looking around for something to write about. My eyes settled upon the boy bent over his laptop, headphones jammed in his ears. He was quite cute, his curly brown hair framing his almost gray eyes. He was concentrating on his laptop intently, as if it would run away if he took his eyes off it.
Prince Jonathan is here again. You remember him? He's always at the café. I wonder what he's working on, he looks very focused. I wonder what he's listening to. If you were here, you would probably say you would wonder how he would die. But you're not here and that's depressing. So instead I'll create a story for him.
I looked up, taking him in again, then began to write once more.
His name, as previously mentioned, is Jonathan. He's a prince in his country and has four sisters: Julia, Rosalie, Fawn and June. He's listening to My Chemical Romance, an odd choice for a prince but he's the outcast of his family. He's working on a paper for school on one of his favorite topics: WW2. He doesn't look like a history geek, but he is all the way. He originally learned it to annoy Julia, who thinks that learning all that history is a waste of time.
"VIOLET!"
I went up to receive my coffee. The girl behind the counter winked at me.
I frowned at her and returned to my seat, where a paper napkin had found its way over my pen. It had writing scrawled across it. I looked around and saw that Prince Jonathan had disappeared.
I set down my coffee and picked up the napkin.
"Sorry," It said. "This is going to sound awful. I come here every day, as I'm sure you have noticed. I see you everyday and here's the thing: I think I'm in love with you. I know it weird, sad even, stalkerish. But I'd really like to know your name." My hand began to tremble. "Signed: Arthur."
None of the café's current residents had moved, save Prince Jonathan, who's name, I suppose, was Arthur. Holding the napkin tight in my hand, I picked my pen up.
Mary you won't believe this. Prince Jonathan's name is Arthur. He wrote a note to me on a napkin. Oh Lord, I'm flustered. Please meet me as soon as you can.
I rushed out of the café to the post office just down the street. I sent my letter and pulled out my phone. I rarely texted and was slow and clumsy at it, but finally I sent Mary a text, telling her to meet me at the Grossmont trolley stop.

I practically flew out of the trolley car, scanning for Mary. She was sitting delicately on a bench, reading "The Sea of Virtue"
"Mary! Oh, Mary!" I ran, the napkin clutched tightly in my hand.
"Hey, Vi."
"Mary you know I detest being called that." I sat next to her as she folded the corner of the page down. "I sent you a letter with a story about who I called Prince Jonathan. Remember him? He's a regular at the café. Well today, I discovered his name is Arthur. He put this on my table." I handed her the napkin and watched her blue eyes widen as they scanned it.
"Oh my God! Violet! How romantic!" She hugged me. "I ship it, one hundred percent."
"Mary it's not that simple. He doesn't even know my name and he's professed his love for me!"
"Just go with it!"
"Mary you are being so amazingly unhelpful I could smack you."
"You have to go back to the café and talk to him. Please?"
"What if-"
"Stop talking!"
"Bu-"
"Zip!"
"Ma-"
"Your!"
"He-"
"Lips!"
"MARY!" I hopped up, nervousness bubbling over inside me.
"I-I... Mary!"
"Oh come on." She laughed, grabbing her book and looping her arm through mine. "Let's go shopping."

Dear Mary
I got up to get my coffee and sipped it once I sat down.
No Arthur yet, maybe he isn't coming.
Maybe he made a mistake. Or it was just a joke, or
The door opened, it still wasn't him.
I wrote and looked about as I waited for him to show up, as was his usual schedule. Mary, it's him. He's here. Wait, I'm confused he just left without even a look my way. I walked up to the counter, seeing as the girl behind it was waving me over, quite fervently I might add, and she handed me a napkin, winked, and shooed me back to my table.
I read the napkin and with each line getting more confused. It read,"Hi, again. It's Arthur. I'm sorry. Very sorry. I left this napkin again to tell you that. I got scared, that's the truth. I got to scared to walk over to you and say hello, even a simple hello! Another truth, I'm leaving. Leaving and moving far away. Far far away. And for that I'm terribly sorry. So sorry in fact that I ask you this as humbly as possible: Can you, humbly as I ask, write your name on the back of this napkin? Once that is done, if done that is, hand it back to the barista (who's name is Dede by the way.) And with a heavy heart, I say this. Good bye." With that I shoved the napkin away from me, just to pull it back to me and write my name in scrawling letters. I shoved it to the barista (who's name was Dede) and ran out of the cafe, tears streaming down my face.