You wander upon the dark marble hallways of your highschool. An open campus academy filled with shades of brown, music from record players, the scent of old paper and coffee. Such a wonderful atmosphere.

But as you walk down to the library, you notice a coffee stained note. And it was familiar. And signed by the same person who had been writing these love poems to you for weeks now. Signed by “T.S”.

You had to identify their handwriting with other students…