C4 Chapter 4

"You're who I was going to meet at the coffee house?"

He nods and sits, pulling me to his side.

I twist away far enough to face him, and take the letter into my own hands, running my fingers over the grained surface of the luxurious stationary. "I made this paper myself," I say absently.

He smiles. "I know. You mentioned it in the second letter we exchanged