It was only a kite, and yet Tilda found her heart racing as if an actual dragon had been about to swoop at her. Being from the family she was, it was only that much more embarassing for her as she lay there. But she didn’t have to lay there long; a hand had reached out to her and she gladly took it. “I’m quite alright, just my pride…” She trailed off as she realized who it was she was talking to.

Perhaps she’d have preferred the “dragon”. It was Eugene’s co-worker who had come to her rescue. And though Tilda knew they had only seen each other in passing, she immediately froze as she took his hand.

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