Keith followed Kat outside like a puppy, he really wanted to ask her to the dance but he couldn't muster up the courage. Maybe a written note would help? Slipping a letter at night outside the girls dormitory sounds like a good plan & with that thought, Keith snapped out of his thoughts. "Yeah Kat, I am listening, what is it?" He muttered as he rummage through his bag-pack, searching for his favorite scented parchments which he mostly used for writing letters to his grandparents.