The quiet room seemed to echo with the palpable thumping of a heart.
"Mr. Sunny, I hope you're safe. If possible, I... I hope that after you've finished your business, we could meet," the girl read the letter she had written, speaking to herself.
"Ah... People always say that a lady should never take the initiative to invite a boy to meet. Is this too bold..."
"But from what I've heard, Mr. Sunny seems to have a very dangerous occupation. A hunter, maybe? If we don't meet now, we might never get the chance. Yes! You did the right thing, Miss Anne!"
"I wonder how Mr. Sunny's affairs are going... I truly hope he's safe."
"Strange, why isn't the 'Stamp' responding this time."
"..."
After finishing writing the letter, the girl affixed the stamp to the envelope.
While fiddling with it, she continually murmured to herself.
Writing this, the boldest letter of her life, really made her anxious.
