Dear Mister Bright Blue

Puddles

Dear Mr Bright Blue,

I see you've come again today. After the rainfall yesterday, there are puddles everywhere. Not to mention, they are quite deep as well.

You seem to have some expensive shoes on. Are you not worried of ruining them?

Honestly, you are such a mystery to me.

I read your note by the way. I may have framed it and put it up in my room. Your handwriting was so precise and neat.

Not a single mistake on the page.

Dear cashier,

I am very grateful for the umbrella. I can see you by the way. You might want to find a better hiding spot. I will return the umbrella tomorrow. Once again, thank you.

R.M

It was signed R.M. I am guessing these are your initials? I wonder what it could be. Your name, that is.

Ryan, Richie, Roland, Ray.. So many possibilities. Whatever your name is, I'm sure it is nice.

I sweep the café a bit and put out some new cakes.

The light changed and Mr Bright Blue walked away.

As I turned my head, I spotted something against the café window.

The umbrella.

I open the door, the bells jingle. Grabbing the blue umbrella, I see a box attached to it.

I bring them inside and set them on the table.

I open the box to see fancy looking chocolates. A note was attached to the top and I carefully rip it off.

In return for the umbrella. I wasn't sure if you liked dark chocolate, so I just bought milk. Please enjoy them.

I eat one of the chocolates. They tasted absolutely incredible! I have a very strong sweet tooth.

As I pack the box away into my pocket, I see some jewels and crafts supplies. An idea sprung.

See you soon, Mr Bright Blue.