"Is that so?"

Barclay grabbed a damp tissue, leisurely wiping his hands.

Moira felt her hand tremble beneath her as she heard his words.

"Yeah," she said with a chuckle. "Mr. Covington, you go on to work. Sometimes I just don't have much of an appetite."

Barclay looked at her for a moment. "Okay."

He didn't press further, rising from the table and leaving.

He took a couple of steps before halting, then turned back to glance at Moira, who seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Thanks for yesterday afternoon," he said.

"It's a trifle. Never mind."

She was the one who needed more help than he did.

Barclay shifted his gaze away and turned to head upstairs.

Soon enough, Moira saw him descending, his tie neatly done.

"Take care, Mr. Covington."

Barclay gave her a

sound of a

lips and turned to

next week. Moira needed to make the most of her time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and getting them all memorized. With such

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on the

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in her dream had too much

of it for a while, feeling a knot in

may be

sent a very

to relax for a while, saw Moira's message and quickly typed back. [What's

to explain.

replied: [What's got you so tangled up? Tell me about it,

out her dream from the previous night, but then hesitated and deleted it. After a moment of consideration, she decided to be direct. [Juliet, dol.net think Barclay would like

so many years, Juliet immediately sensed that something was off. [You've

in

guessing caught

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