"Why am I smiling at a note?"
Her brother laughed, dogs barked, neighbors shouted.
Grace stayed behind the noise, laughing softly.
A package appeared on the doorstep. A note: "To the girl who notices."
Who…? Not mine, right?
A figure peeked through the window, unseen.
She noticed. She notices the small things no one else does… and I can't look away.
Grace crouched behind a chair, writing in her notebook.
Why am I smiling at a note? Why does it feel like it was written for me?
The figure cleared his throat softly. Grace froze.
He smiled faintly and walked away.
Why do I feel like I'm falling already?
His eyes followed her until she disappeared into the garden.