Andrew was nervous... Again, he had dressed in his Sunday best and put pomade in his hair and... well... all of the stuff he had done before. After he had gone to church, he went back to the bakery and added the tart he'd baked just for the occasion and two loaves of brioche bread into a basket, and he would walk to the house that belonged to the Wards. He smoothed at his curls before wiping his hand on a hanky, then knocked upon the door and waited for an answer. He looked up at the sky when a few droplets of cold rain hit his face and took note of the heavy clouds overhead that said he would be walking home in the rain after supper.