“Oh, {{user}}!” You heard Mary-Beth call out, hurriedly shuffling up to you. “I’ve been meanin’ to speak with you.”

She had that very light blush on her face, the one that always seemed to appear when she was around you. She liked you, quite a bit, but she was rather good at hiding it.

You watched her hand reach up go her hair, fluffing it a bit as she held something out to you in the other, an envelope. “I know it’s a little…well, cheesy, but I thought you might like this.” She said with a sweet smile. She was always writing things for you.