Wrong Basket..

This afternoon I was unlocking my bike to get ready to bike into town when I looked inside my basket and found a note that said "For Anastasia". While I am well aware that my name is not Anastasia, I decided that maybe someone drunkenly met me, forgot my name is Arielle, and then thought it might be Anastasia. I mean, they both start with an "A"... 


Anyways, I opened it up only to find a hand-written note to some girl named Anastasia from someone named Octavian. At that point I realized this note was most definitely not intended for me as I know no Octavian. If only bikes had license plates, then this Octavian guy would have been able to find the right basket. Yet, Anastasia or no Anastasia, I now had a love letter to read and how could I not share it with all of you...


and I quote:


Anastasia, 
I wanted to give you this on Tuesday when we first met, but I kind of got lost when searching for flowers, so I abandoned the idea. I also wanted to get you 2 tickets for the International Masquerade for you and your roommate, but the ESN guys closed the office early today. It seems that the Universe is conspiring against me, so who knows what will happen next :) 
Have a nice weekend and do come to the party!
xx Octavian 


I do feel bad that the real Anastasia will never see this but I'm just going to pretend that I am a world-famous blogger and that this would be the best way for her to potentially stumble across the note that was meant to end up in her bike basket and not mine. Until then, it looks like Octavian will be left to wonder just what will happen next (no, I will not insert a smiley face here).