A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's Day. I did. :) Thank you all for your support and a special thanks to those who reviewed and left your feedback!

Time-Stop-666: Thank you! I'm thrilled to hear you enjoy it and you enjoy trying to figure out the riddles. I hoped my readers would try to figure them out as well. Do you have any guesses of who it may be yet?

TheKillingJar: I appreciate that! I try to make them complicated but possible for my readers to figure out. :)

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This is unbelievable. A bounce has accompanied my step! I don't bounce! This is absurd! How does a few days of letters provide such delight? Furthermore, butterflies flutter relentlessly in my stomach!

I bounce my way to the cafeteria. The last clue is simple. Essentially, it means one of the lunch ladies possesses the one for today.

I grab a tray and take my place in line. My eyes dart around searching for the fair maiden with silken raven hair. Okay... this may be a little more difficult than I originally thought. Most of the women working the lunch line have ebony hair. I grunt in frustration. How am I supposed to know which one is the one?! Come on S.A.! I wish you had left additional hints to which one it could be.

I fling salad dressing on the crisp lettuce which sloshes over and spills on my hand. I feel my my face heat up from the blush that no doubt currently covers my cheeks.

"Looks like you could use a napkin, Ryou," a sweet feminine voice pulls my attention away from my dressing covered hand. I glance up into beautiful warm emerald eyes.

I smile, "Hello, Kohana. Yes a napkin would be quite helpful."

"Coming right up!" She reaches behind the counter and hands me a stack of napkins.

"Thank you," I nod my gratitude. She winks at me. I arch an eyebrow as I wipe the dressing off my hand. That was strange. I continue down the line to pick up some sushi.

After paying for my lunch I locate a vacant table off to the side. I stare at my lunch. I am forgetting something. My eyebrows furrow. Oh noooo! I bury my face is my hands. I completely forgot the clue! The bugger completely escaped my mind. Oh bollocks. Now I will need to go back through the line to try and figure out which lady possesses the clue.

I shift my stack of napkins away and stand. Wait. What is that? I preposition several napkins off to the side and see a metallic silver envelope buried in between the napkins. I sit back down and pick up the envelope. The writing is the same. This is the fourth clue from S.A. So that was why Kohana winked at me.

I open the envelope with shaky hands. The paper matched the envelope. This time, the delicate script was written in dark blue ink. The beautiful contrast of the dark blue script on metallic grey paper was beautiful! I must give S.A. props for style.

My Dearest Ryou,

I see Kohana completed her part beautifully. She is the best out of all the lunch ladies. I knew she would get this clue to you. I am sure this clue was a piece of cake for you to figure out as well. After all, you would not have received it if you did not go through the lunch line. I know you do not always purchase lunch from school. You tend to like to bring your own.

I noticed in one of the classes we share, you were looking at the crane clue. I felt such warmth and excitement wash over me at that sight! You looked like an angel sitting there in class with the sun shining off of your gorgeous silver hair. If I didn't know any better, I could have sworn a halo adorned your head. You are pure perfection, Ryou.

Moving along to the part I am sure you are anxious for. Here is your next clue:

They come in a plethora of colors
They vary in sizes
Some with zippers, some buttons, others have none
Lined Fur, cotton, or silk they are pleasant to the touch
Bury your hand deep within the portable container to retrieve the clue

Best of luck my sweet, Ryou. The day we can look into each other's eyes and be together at last is approaching. Although, I wish time would speech up to allow me to be with you sooner rather than later.

Love Always,

Your Secret Admirer

Well. This one sounds complicated. I do not know where to begin. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. At least I have the rest of the day and part of tomorrow to discover the meaning behind the clue.