He still didn't know? Enid bit her lower lip, concerned — in her fantasies, Nigel Yarwood was supposed to have fallen in love with her without Enid ever having to say anything to him about it. But now the niffler was out of the bag, and it was — very hard to deal with the fact that Nigel Yarwood still could not decide if he had feelings for her or not.
She looked over her shoulder before replying; she wanted to make sure that no one from Smoke & Scale was close enough to hear them. They were alone. She looked back at him, still biting into her lip, and stopped walking. "I've had feelings for you since I was fifteen," Enid admitted — verbalizing it was scary, but it was not as if it could do any more damage than she'd already done. "And I'm still not certain what the answer to your question is."
She looked over her shoulder before replying; she wanted to make sure that no one from Smoke & Scale was close enough to hear them. They were alone. She looked back at him, still biting into her lip, and stopped walking. "I've had feelings for you since I was fifteen," Enid admitted — verbalizing it was scary, but it was not as if it could do any more damage than she'd already done. "And I'm still not certain what the answer to your question is."