Pen to Paper

I turned my head from the window, back down at my lap. The screen flashed reading: New Mail with the subject line, Alice. I clicked opened and read the e-mail quickly, before hitting reply.

Alice,
No I am definetely not a posh snob. There's no tour during Christmas, for obvious reasons. But next summer sounds amazing. You avoided my question eh? Might I ask why?

C'mon. I'm not that impatient. E-mail is so much better, we'll have more direct contact with eachother. So how did you travel? Train, bus, plane, car? Let me now how you're roommates are.

Thanks. Best of luck to you too.
- Alex.

I hit send and closed the laptop.