"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."

waved her hand. Barclay gave

later, Moira heard the sound of a car

turned to head upstairs

herself with the pieces and

do at

cooperating. Her eyes were on the sheet music, but her mind

mistake, Moira finally gave

it. Barclay's words in her dream had too much of

the piano lid and lay on top of it for a while, feeling a knot in her stomach. Eventually, she

who may

a very gloomy

her work and prepared to relax for a while, saw Moira's message and quickly typed back.

bit embarrassed and hesitant to explain. [I've encountered a really

so tangled up? Tell me

but then hesitated and deleted it. After a moment of consideration, she decided to be direct. [Juliet, dol.net think Barclay would like someone like

immediately sensed that something was off. [You've

in an

accuracy in guessing caught Moira

[It's actually quite normal. I mean, even I couldn't help but like him involuntarily!

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