Writing in Cadence

Mike stared at the piece of paper in his hand. Could he have folded it better? Should he just start over and rewrite the whole thing? His hands were sweaty, so that was a no. With a deep breath, he tapped his friend Timmy on the back and handed him the note.

“Pass it to Christen,” he whispered.

Timmy continued the daisy chain forward to Christen, who opened it as the teacher moved towards the board. She read “Do you like me?” and circled her answer. She passed the note back with a smile and Mike began to sweat again.