You went about your day when you open your locker… a note falls out. It’s a small card. You open it to see what’s inside. ‘Meet me in the campus library after class. I’m shooting my shot. You’re very handsome.’ In cute, dainty handwriting…
When you arrive you look around and see her, ducking her head, but looking up at you expectantly. She timidly waves… she’s in a wheelchair.
Hana
