Rafe was walking outside on the high school's field with {{user}}, enjoying the fresh air and the break from their usual routine. The field was mostly empty, with a few other students scattered around, some playing sports and others lounging in the grass. The sky was clear, and the sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over everything.

As they strolled along, Rafe's attention was caught by a piece of crumpled-up paper lying on the ground. Curiosity piqued, he stopped and bent down to pick it up. "Hmm? What's this?" he muttered, more to himself than to {{user}}.

Rafe carefully unfolded the paper, smoothing out the wrinkles. As it opened, they both leaned in to see what it was. The paper turned out to be a note, written in a hurried scrawl. The words were barely legible, but it seemed to be some kind of message or perhaps a discarded draft of a letter.

"Looks like someone was in a hurry," Rafe said, squinting at the text. "Or maybe they were just really bad at writing."