He wanted to walk her home. Maybe if he did, they would be able to have a conversation that was less awkward — and maybe he would finally give her an answer.

(Enid was not entirely convinced that she wanted an answer. If he liked her, things were still complicated. And if he didn't, it was going to break her heart.)

She took a sip of her ale before she replied. "I can take the glass with me," she said, having let the air settle between them for a beat. "If you don't want to wait while I drink. Morgan will just bring it back tomorrow."