[The knock on her door was hesitant and only came once. Footsteps could be heard stepping away and then back to the door as Edgar debated rather or not he should stay and wait for her to open it.
Surely there was no reason to go. He had on his best suit, he had a gift of cake and flowers, and a smile on his face. But what if it was the wrong suit? Was the cut really that flattering?
And what would Lydia do with flowers? She could hardly carry them around with her. She was a practical girl, wasn't she? No, he had moved too early. He should have thought this through more.
But indecision kept him in place, giving her a chance to answer his knock.]
[action, rl with Edgar]
Surely there was no reason to go. He had on his best suit, he had a gift of cake and flowers, and a smile on his face. But what if it was the wrong suit? Was the cut really that flattering?
And what would Lydia do with flowers? She could hardly carry them around with her. She was a practical girl, wasn't she? No, he had moved too early. He should have thought this through more.
But indecision kept him in place, giving her a chance to answer his knock.]