The helpless feeling was a little overwhelming. He truly did not know what to do. Honestly he didn't even know what she saw in him. Nigel did not exhibit any level of confidence, he was awkwardly tall, too quiet. In the letters she had seemed exited that he'd written to her, and sent her the book, but he did not find that too far out of the ordinary? I lived in books, after all.

He took a hesitant step forward. "What can I do?" He needed some sort of direction here. He didn't want to lose her as a friend, he had so few and hers was one he cherished, but he wasn't sure if they could go back to the way things were.