Charles nodded as a smile brushed across his features; hearing her say they were definitely more than friends was something he wasn’t expecting – though it was a nice surprise. Her mention of meeting goals struck true to him too and as much as felt inclined to protest – want more than he could – he was inclined to agree. She needed to set up her future and he needed to focus on his career.

Smiling toward her in silence for a few seconds, Charles opened his mouth and spoke softly, “More than friendship?” He smirked playfully, “and in what sense would ever you- would you ever mean, Miss Woodcroft?” He said, sticking his tongue out.

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