Saturday. Day after the Banquet.
"Bre, there's some mail for you." Ramir says. I walk into the kitchen and he hands me a silver envelope with black and red carvings along the edges. I mentally fangirl. Bryante stalking ass says, "Note number 5?" "You keep count?" "Hell yea." He says and leans over my shoulder while I read the note.
Dear Breylen,
You did that speech! Yea, I was in the audience. You was looking for me, weren't you? Nah, jk. But seriously, you said some real ass shit in that speech. Had me like: Preach, baby. Hahaha. This note is pretty short but look on the bright side, we're halfway to the tenth note. That's when it's exposing time. I'm nervous already but oh well. So, bye baby. Until next time. *Kisses you goodbye*
Love,
Your Secret Admirer,
Kasper, the Black Ass Ghost
