"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."

hand. Barclay gave her a brief

Moira heard the sound of

and turned to head

of her time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and getting them all memorized. With such

wouldn't do at

Her eyes were on the sheet music, but her

seventh mistake, Moira finally gave

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

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

a time like this, it was best to consult Juliet, who may be single but had plenty of experience in matters of

sent a very

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

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

so tangled up? Tell me about it,

deleted it. After

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

froze in an

accuracy in guessing

like him involuntarily! If you

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