It was just a tiny scrap of paper wedged into the door frame. Lisa nearly overlooked it when she unlocked the door and let herself into the house after her long shift. She was always incredibly sleepy at that hour, and focused entirely on getting a bite to eat and falling into bed. Bits of paper in the door were not likely to be noticed, but somehow it caught her eye. Had that been there yesterday? Or last week? She thought not. Setting her purse down on the bench inside, she stepped back out to examine this bit of paper. No, it couldn't have been there very long. It still looked fresh, not as if it had been out in the weather. And they had had rain overnight.
"Good thing my fingernails are so long," she thought, as she carefully pried the paper out of its niche. Unfolding it carefully, she discovered it was a handwritten note.
Dear Lisa,
I have admired you from a distance for three months and sixteen days. I am obsessed with you. I really want to get to know you in person. You are so beautiful. Please meet me at the City Park on Friday at 7 pm. I'll be with the guy in the sombrero and cowboy boots.
Love,
Samson
P.S. I am a macaw.
