'I will hand your punishment personally.'
Those words were enough to elicit worry in Julie, which started to branch out underneath her skin. But there was a sliver of anticipation, to think that cleaning the window with his letter had made up his mind to show himself to her.
Somewhere she was eager to meet who this mystery letter thief was, but at the same time, she wondered how much deeper she was going to fall into the rabbit hole. Bringing her book to place it on her lap, she wrote back to him—
'I didn't mean to use your letter as a window wiper. If it weren't for that counsellor who caught me standing there, I wouldn't have dirtied it. Believe me >.< I was only hoping to divert his attention to something else, but I wasn't successful.
I don't mind the part of meeting you, but I don't think I am ready to break any more rules this year. If you saw me getting caught, why didn't you jump in to save your letter?
