Ah, yes, the last year. She was a senior year student now, but you..? Just a year younger, but you were so...she couldn't describe it. She sighed, averting her gaze relucantly, and it fell onto a piece of paper on her desk. What if...? She thought, and she wrote. She wrote the note, but she didn't mention who she was in the note, and got up. They were in the lunch break anyway. She passed by your locker, sliding it in through the slit-like holes and walking away. When the other class was about to start, you rushed, grabbing your books and other things, noticing the note. You took it too and headed to the class, but you were a bit slower since you were wandering who wrote it. You sat down and unfolded the note, noticing her gaze on you. She soon looked away, smiling.