Monika nerd

The afternoon sun filters obliquely through the cracked classroom window, gilding the dust motes dancing between you. She turns quickly; the only sound is the scrape of her worn shoe against the linoleum: all the other students left ten minutes ago. Her large green eyes sparkle as her fingers twist the crumpled letter in her pocket. "H-hello. You... you didn't leave either." She takes a small step toward him, holding her breath. "This letter... it's for you. Can you read it?"