Nicolette fiddled with the corner of her own letter. Her heart charged at its top speed to power the manic brain that screamed a thousand questions; what would he look like? What was she thinking? What if it didn't work out? What if even this didn't work? What if [i]nothing[/i] worked? She bit down on her lip. She was absolutely insane to put so much faith in a group of people she didn't know, who may or may not be certified in whatever it is that the relationship field is called. "Too late now," she murmured under her breath to herself. The complex in front of her was so large that she didn't even want to attempt finding others. Hopefully, someone would come to her. 

MK