Dear Sam,
I hope you had a fantastic time at your place last weekend; it was lovely catching up over coffee. I am getting in touch because I seem to have misplaced one of my favourite novels, and I have a sneaking suspicion it is still at your flat.
It is a hardback copy of 'The Great Gatsby' with a distinctive navy-blue cloth cover and gold lettering on the spine. It is quite special to me because it contains a handwritten inscription from my grandfather on the inside front cover, so I would really hate to lose it.
I distinctly remember reading a few chapters while sitting on your grey sofa on Sunday morning. I must have tucked it down between the cushions before we headed out for lunch and simply forgot to pick it up when I left.
Could you possibly have a quick look for me when you have a moment? If you do find it, would you mind popping it in the post? I am more than happy to transfer the postage costs to your account immediately. Alternatively, if you happen to be heading into town next week, we could meet up for a quick drink and I can collect it then.
Best wishes,
Alex