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Nadia sits and wonders if she reacted too harshly, too rashly to Leigh-Anne's unexpected appearance . Yes, it would have made the time pass by really quickly if she and her friend were to sit here and chat, but equally if Teggsy had shown up while Leigh-Anne was with her then there would have been no telling how he might have interacted with the two of them rather than with Nadia on her own. Some things, as Nadia is continuing to discover, are sometimes better done without your best friend present.

While she is lost in a battle of self-recriminations versus justifiable reasoning for her behaviour, she idly looks up and down the street in front of her. Mainly, of course, in the direction she expects Lee Tegwald to arrive.

She is not sure how much time passes but, while in somewhat of a fret about what to write in an apologetic text message to Leigh-Anne, a figure appears at the end of the street. Marshall Close is a cul-de-sac, a dead-end to vehicles, but there is a pedestrian exit at the other end so the street sees its fair share of people walking past her house in both directions. Yet another figure doing exactly this is nothing new but as it starts to get closer and Nadia's concentration switches from message-composition to analyzing what her eyes are telling her, she starts to feel a gaping chasm filled with wriggling worms growing in her stomach. Is that Teggsy? It looks like him, it walks like him, it...

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!" she starts babbling under her breath. "It's Teggsy and he's coming this way!"

A flurry of compulsive self-grooming begins with adjustments to her hair, pulling her t-shirt straight, tugging at the folds and pleats in her skirt, and checking that there are no crumbs or remnants still on her from the Jilberry Bar she ate earlier. Are my laces tied? Yes? Good!

"Calm down, Nadia, calm down," she tells herself as she realizes that her heart is racing, her mind running at 100 thoughts a second. "You need to be calm and collected or he's going to think you're just a stupid little girl in a fluster and not a sensible person he should take seriously. Now come on, get a grip!"

She sets her jaw firm, does a final round of unnecessary self-grooming, and sits up straight. "He's going to walk up to the house, see me sitting here casually, and I'm going to say 'Good morning!' and then I'm... I'm... ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I'm gonna have to ask him if he wants to come to my party!"

Nadia bites her bottom lip and mentally braces herself for an act of bravery the likes of which she has never performed before and the results of which she feels could change her life forever.

(Posed and rendered in Poser 12, clothes re-created in Marvelous Designer 9.5, postwork in PSP 2023.)

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Nadia sits and wonders if she reacted too harshly, too rashly to Leigh-Anne's unexpected appearance . Yes, it would have made the time pass by really quickly if she and her friend were to sit here and chat, but equally if Teggsy had shown up while Leigh-Anne was with her then there would have been no telling how he might have interacted with the two of them rather than with Nadia on her own. Some things, as Nadia is continuing to discover, are sometimes better done without your best friend present.

While she is lost in a battle of self-recriminations versus justifiable reasoning for her behaviour, she idly looks up and down the street in front of her. Mainly, of course, in the direction she expects Lee Tegwald to arrive.

She is not sure how much time passes but, while in somewhat of a fret about what to write in an apologetic text message to Leigh-Anne, a figure appears at the end of the street. Marshall Close is a cul-de-sac, a dead-end to vehicles, but there is a pedestrian exit at the other end so the street sees its fair share of people walking past her house in both directions. Yet another figure doing exactly this is nothing new but as it starts to get closer and Nadia's concentration switches from message-composition to analyzing what her eyes are telling her, she starts to feel a gaping chasm filled with wriggling worms growing in her stomach. Is that Teggsy? It looks like him, it walks like him, it...

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!" she starts babbling under her breath. "It's Teggsy and he's coming this way!"

A flurry of compulsive self-grooming begins with adjustments to her hair, pulling her t-shirt straight, tugging at the folds and pleats in her skirt, and checking that there are no crumbs or remnants still on her from the Jilberry Bar she ate earlier. Are my laces tied? Yes? Good!

"Calm down, Nadia, calm down," she tells herself as she realizes that her heart is racing, her mind running at 100 thoughts a second. "You need to be calm and collected or he's going to think you're just a stupid little girl in a fluster and not a sensible person he should take seriously. Now come on, get a grip!"

She sets her jaw firm, does a final round of unnecessary self-grooming, and sits up straight. "He's going to walk up to the house, see me sitting here casually, and I'm going to say 'Good morning!' and then I'm... I'm... ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I'm gonna have to ask him if he wants to come to my party!"

Nadia bites her bottom lip and mentally braces herself for an act of bravery the likes of which she has never performed before and the results of which she feels could change her life forever.

(Posed and rendered in Poser 12, clothes re-created in Marvelous Designer 9.5, postwork in PSP 2023.)

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