July 27th, 1893 - Smoke & Scale, Avalon Glen, Wales
Enid had a routine for her evening shifts; she walked to Smoke & Scale after an early supper with her family, took the floo in, and had time to flit around London for half an hour before she had to be in. It was the best way to make the night shifts tolerable. But today the line for the floo in Smoke & Scale pushed nearly to the door, and Enid had cracked all of the knuckles in her fingers before she moved forward one measly spot in line.
Things worsened — or bettered, she had not decided yet — when the door to the pub swung open and she was joined in line by Nigel Yarwood. Her heart quickened. She had to say something. What was she supposed to say to him?
”There’s a line today,” Enid said, frowning. It was a silly thing to say, which was half the reason for the frown — but it was also unusual.
She didn’t recognize everyone here. Were people trying to sight-see the dragons?
Things worsened — or bettered, she had not decided yet — when the door to the pub swung open and she was joined in line by Nigel Yarwood. Her heart quickened. She had to say something. What was she supposed to say to him?
”There’s a line today,” Enid said, frowning. It was a silly thing to say, which was half the reason for the frown — but it was also unusual.
She didn’t recognize everyone here. Were people trying to sight-see the dragons?