Thing is, Lily is entirely too good at helping other people and faking be competent that, in situations like this, she has no idea what to do. What do you say when arguably one of your best friends say that the door you always thought was closed couldâve been open this entire time? She likes Bertram, truly, but she can feel her heart trying to claw its way out of her chest, and sheâs replaying the phrase âRomantic Stylezâ over and over again. Sheâs in a sundress, and the cold air is biting at her bare skin, and sheâs not aware of this or any damn thing until she unfreezes herself. Her mouth is still half-open in an attempt to have said something before he left, but the words mustâve caught in her throat, and she turns, too late, to see his retreating self turn around the corner of the street, and heâs gone.