Lindsay, who had been diligently working on something (as could always be expected from Lindsay in the library), didn't glance at the note until she was through writing something down. Not realizing she was supposed to reply in writing or otherwise, she just looked up at him and smiled before going back to her work. It wasn't until he slipped the second note over that she realized he expected a response. She didn't want to write back, but they weren't in class so she didn't have a good reason not to. She took up her quill and penned him a quick reply:

then it will not be specil  



we don't realize our faith in the prize unless its been somehow elusive
how swiftly we choose it - the sacred simplicity of you at my side