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swung shut behind the old lady causing the bell to ring. "Three o'clock," Molly said to herself, looking at the clock, "I better clean up and get going."

She hurried around the small shop, wiping the tables and sorting out the chairs which were askew. Lost in her own daydreams once again, she hardly noticed the young teenage boy with his iPod sling his backpack over his shoulder and cross the parlor. Molly jumped in surprise when he approached her, thinking she had been alone. She hadn't paid much notice to him this morning- he was always around on the Sundays she worked and they rarely talked. He usually left before Molly was off work.

He had shaggy looking black hair and an average face, and he was smiling a little bit at Molly's ephemeral shock. "Sorry to scare you," he mumbled, embarrassed.

"Oh, that's okay. I was just cleaning up, got to clean up for the next person and all that," she said casually, self-consciously smoothing her hair.

"Well, see you around," he said with a quick wave, hurrying out the door. Molly watched him leave for a second, before going over to clean the table he had been sitting at. Pushing in his chair, she noticed a carefully folded napkin on the table. Picking it up, she turned it over, seeing her name written on it in the same familiar handwriting. Almost numbly she unfolded the napkin, her pulse quickening and cheeks flushing as she read what was written inside.

"Dear Molly,

I heard you tell your story to the old lady and that (obnoxious) guy. I didn't realize how much you really liked getting those notes from me. Quite honestly, I was convinced they were just a small amusement for you. I never expected to become such a big part of your life through those notes. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings when I said goodbye before; I was convinced you wouldn't like me much if we met. Right now I feel as though I owe it to you, though. So if you're up for it I'd love to hang out with you next Sunday, maybe after you're out of work? We could talk and stuff. It might be really cool.

"By the way, my real name is Daniel. I just wanted to throw you off. I know, clever of me.

"Yours,

Daniel."

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