Love Letter Day 4

My sister recently celebrity-spotted a famous F1 driver named Daniel Ricciardo. He is uh, smoking hot. I don’t know anything about race car drivers but my sister posted a selfie with him at the airport and then texted me a picture of him seated in front of her on a domestic flight. She said, “I was so close to plucking a hair from his head.” I shared the image this conjured for me: my sister holding a lock of this man’s hair, stroking it against her cheek with her eyes closed, whispering “Elizabeth Ricciardo.” We laughed, but actually I have put your key in my mouth and closed my eyes.