Her hand tingled when Nigel Yarwood touched it. She managed to recover from the thrill of it when she was in the floo, but now she had a whole breakfast with him in which she may end up embarrassing herself.
The table he gestured to had access to the windows, which had its pros and cons — Enid liked a window, and Nigel Yarwood had suggested it, but what if one of her siblings saw them? Still, he had suggested it — so Enid nodded happily. "Let's," she said, and led the way over to the table. She settled her bag down against the leg of the chair and plopped down.
"What sort of breakfast do you usually like?" Enid asked. (She wanted to know everything about him — the small things and the big ones.) "I often just grab a slice of bread, but it's the — early mornings."
The table he gestured to had access to the windows, which had its pros and cons — Enid liked a window, and Nigel Yarwood had suggested it, but what if one of her siblings saw them? Still, he had suggested it — so Enid nodded happily. "Let's," she said, and led the way over to the table. She settled her bag down against the leg of the chair and plopped down.
"What sort of breakfast do you usually like?" Enid asked. (She wanted to know everything about him — the small things and the big ones.) "I often just grab a slice of bread, but it's the — early mornings."