Nigel Yarwood was gentle, and level-headed — those were some of the things about him that had attracted Enid to him in the first place. She felt as if her heart was racing, and she could still feel the heat on her face from her blush. Enid folded her arms over her chest in an attempt to anchor herself, but still could not avoid the sense that she looked like she was a stubborn child. Childish for keeping a diary, childish for not knowing what to say, childish for having feelings for someone who was so far outside of her own class.

There was a long beat where she looked up at him and tried to figure out what to say, but found herself tongue-tied. "Time is fine," she finally managed.

  

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Blowing out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. Nigel didn't know what his borrowed time was going to get him, but he hoped he could figure everything out in a reasonable manner. If anything, he could analyze his own feelings on the matter and hopefully give Enid an honest answer. She deserved that much. Right now things were too awkward and he didn't want to make anything worse for her, so he was going to retreat home and have a stiff drink and see where it got him.

"I'll be in touch, soon." He promised.

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Enid nodded. She hoped he really did mean soon, because she was not sure how she was going to be able to think of anything else until he let her know. "Alright," she said, and once he was gone, she tried to steel herself so she could finish the planting and get back to the celebration.

  

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