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

Moira couldn't help but

"Yeah," he confirmed.

continued to gaze at her. "You think I look

moment, then replied, "Yeah.

smirked, his lips curling slightly. "Have

I just need

all quite similar in style, considered versatile and never

use the slight differences

say anything more, just standing there

to be too

She pulled it out, neatly folded the clothes, and

"Alright, Mr. Covington!"

suitcase and stood

smile playing on his lips.

restrained

was taken aback for a moment

"Underwear," he replied casually.

yeah, I guess so.

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