I will not give you my name, but I will tell you about myself, if you would do the same. Daffodils will be your answer if I can't answer any question.
The scrap of paper, nearly as tortured as the first, appeared on her desk several days later. The placement of it, cautious, beneath the side of the desk where her trashcan lurked was an obvious reference—stop this now, or continue and face the consequences. Sakura didn't have time to think about what she would say, she only had time to scribble one phrase before heading over to a meeting with the Hokage.
Am I right in thinking that you know me and my schedule quite well?