As I shut down my computer and gathered my belongings, a sense of restlessness stirred within me. Today had been unusually light at the office, leaving me with a surplus of free time. The prospect of escaping the confines of my mundane routine filled me with giddy anticipation, like a child on the cusp of an adventure.
With a skip in my step, I made my way to the door of my small office. But just as I reached for the handle, something caught my eye—a slip of paper sliding under the door. Curiosity piqued, I snatched it up and unfolded it eagerly.
The note was a delightful surprise, adorned with doodles and inside jokes that only Timothy and I would understand. My heart fluttered as I recognized his handwriting, his playful scrawl instantly recognizable.
I read the first clue aloud to
