Natalia entered the office. There Neill was, sorting through a box on his desk. The demure, raven-haired Music teacher Miss Francis was beside him.

Neil’s face beamed up. ‘Oh hello, Natalia! Come in!’

‘Hi,’ she returned hesitantly. ‘I, er - ’

Neill turned to Miss Francis. ‘I’ll let you go now darling. Let me know if you need more exam samples before the end of play.’ 

‘Fine, thanks Neill,’ said Francis, as he waved her off, and not waiting for her to be out of earshot, spoke warmly at Natalia.

‘How are you? All good, I hope? Sit down if you like,’ as the door clicked closed again.

‘Well Neill, I just er, wanted to say - ’ as suddenly she felt awkward, lowering slowly at his desk. ...

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