When I came back from a walk at night, the receptionist at the apartment told me that I had a letter.
But I've only moved here for two days. How could anyone know me?
The attendant smiled and explained to me, "The gentleman said that this letter was for a young lady with long golden curls and two young sisters. That's why I thought of you."
I nodded and opened the letter to find that it was from Peter.
He invited me to go to 66 Parasol Road tomorrow. There would be a romantic date waiting for me.
How boring. Of course, I wouldn't bother with this pervert. I threw the letter into the trash can and told the attendant, "In the future, if this man comes to find me, please ignore him. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am."
