(Pronounce the "c" hard and you'll know what this is about.)
On the outside, it's innocuous. Those seven letters, painfully sounded out and drawn in marker.
Inside, a picture -- two figures standing together with "i love u" emblazoned overhead.
It's from Sarah. She rides the bus with John. After showing me the note, he stows it in a hidden pocket and we talk a little about it. He says he laughed after he got it. He has a look on his face I've never seen before.
"Can I see it again?" I ask, curious to see the features on the figures.
He hesitates, again with that odd smile, and then I say, "Or maybe you'd rather keep it private a little bit."
His smile turns into a grin. "Yeah. I would."