Charlotte was awakened by her phone alarm.
She had set it specifically for her class later in the afternoon, around four o'clock.
When she woke up, Ethan was nowhere to be seen, but she did notice a sticky note written in black ink on the door.
Ethan: Something came up at the office. It’s nearby. Call me when you wake up.
Charlotte took the note down.
Ethan's handwriting was beautiful, strong, and elegant, with a smooth flow that made it look almost like it was printed. It was always a pleasure to appreciate hihs handwriting.
During her school days, Charlotte was often amazed by Ethan's handwriting, feeling both envious and impressed. His handwriting had a grace and strength she could never replicate.
Some people's excellence was evident in every detail.
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