Moira felt that the tie in her hand didn't quite match. She put it back and picked another one, then stood in front of the suit to compare. But somehow, it didn't quite have the effect she wanted. So, she just put the tie on and took two steps back to see how it looked.

However, she didn't anticipate that after just one step back, she would collide with Barclay's solid chest.

Startled, Moira instinctively turned around. "Mr. Covington, I'm so sorry!"

She glanced down at the foot she had accidentally stepped on. "I didn't see you there."

She raised her head again and cautiously looked at Barclay's face. "I hope I didn't hurt you?"

"No," Barclay replied.

He glanced at her before retracting the hand that had been on her shoulder. "Are you choosing a tie?"

Moira grimaced. "I guess my sense of style isn't that great."

"Who said that?" Barclay asked.

She didn't immediately respond. "Huh?"

"Who said you have a bad sense of style?"

Moira touched her nose that had just bumped into. "I did."

flickered as he looked at her. "I think you have

Moira couldn't help but feel pleased. Her eyes

"Yeah," he confirmed.

at her.

for a moment, then replied, "Yeah. It makes

slightly.

done, I just need one

considered versatile and never really wrong no matter

to use the slight

didn't say anything more, just standing there watching

dare to be

the wardrobe. She pulled it out, neatly folded the clothes, and packed

"Alright, Mr. Covington!"

suitcase and stood up,

looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips.

twitching slightly. In the end, he restrained the urge to pull her into his arms. "It seems like something's still missing."

moment

"Underwear," he replied casually.

beet red. "Uh, yeah, I guess so.

for her

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