"'Dear, Daily . . .' No, no, no. 'Dear, Nicole. . . .' Good. Good Start. . . . 'Dear, Nicole. It was really nice seeing you again the other day. I was wondering if, maybe later, we could go out to lunch or something. Just to catch up on things, you know. Send me an owl if you want to.' Yeah. Yeah, that sounds much better."
Oliver signed his name on the letter, hoping it was okay. What if she got mad? After all, they hadn't talked in four years. Would she get mad if he expected to jump back into her life so suddenly?
Just then there was a tap on his window. Oliver crossed his flat to let in a small black owl. He took the letter it was holding and handed him an owl treat. The owl flew off and Oliver opened his letter.
Dear, Oliver.
It was really nice getting to see you again. Maybe we could meet up at the Café Bella, say around noon tomorrow, for a quick bite to eat and to catch up on things. It'll be great to talk to you again. Hope to see you there.
Sincerely, Nicole.
Oliver smiled and folded up both letters.
She was always one step ahead, that Daily.