Her pen was waltzing on the paper, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

She tried to focus, but the butterfly flutters just wouldn’t let her. She just wished he could be there, sitting next to her, sipping on his coffee. Of course it was new, but she really felt he was her soulmate. Silly? Maybe… Or not.

Scribbling a short message, she tore the page out of her notebook, folded it clumsily and ran in the corridor to slip it under the bathroom door.

A virile giggle resonated on the other side.

 Her words simply said ”Poop faster… I miss you!”

I might just be stubborn, given my past fails, but I am giving a shot at the NYC Midnight Challenge, again. This is a practice for the 100-Word Microfiction challenge starting in two weeks. The prompts for this story were Romantic comedy / Sliding something under a door / Project.