PRETEND PRINCESS
I permitted an outside note: 200 characters or less.
I kept the message stern:
Dear Yuki.
It seared in my stomach as Kenji and two assistants heaved the basket up to Yuki's door. We rapped, everyone sprinted to the car, and looked around the corner. I couldn't look away.
Seconds passed—yes, seconds—before Yuki opened the door.
Shock and shockface racialled across his features. He glared left, right, clearly confused. He leaned out for the basket, flung open the lid, and then stood rigid above the note.