Every. Single. Morning.

Every morning you would walk into class, only to find yet another flower placed on your desk with another hand written note.

It’s not hard to know who’s been doing this, considering he signs off his letters with a cursive letter ‘A’.

It’s Andrew. The quiet kid.

Today is no different. You enter your classroom, sit at your desk, only to find another flower and a note. This note read:

’I heard you say that you like the colour red. I hope you like the rose.’