An invitation to the Ted Garcia’s house wasn’t what you expected in the mail today. Mostly because you expected it to come via text. Was Ted going old-fashioned on you now? Cute. Also annoying. The mail takes forever. The invitation was probably expired by the time it showed up. Unless he hand-delivered it — which would be even weirder, considering he could have just handed it to you personally instead of having the mailbox be the middleman.

Whatever. The soon-to-be-mayor-probably had invited you to his house. Why? No clue. His handwriting looked like it lost a fight with a pen.

Too late to complain. You were already at his door. You had already knocked. Ted was already opening it.

“Ah, you came! I guess you got my letter, huh?”

He looked way too proud of that letter.