"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 nod

later, Moira heard the sound of a

lips and turned to head upstairs to

with the pieces and getting them

do

her mind wasn't cooperating. Her eyes were on the sheet music, but

seventh mistake, Moira finally

in

a while, feeling

may

sent a

finished her work and prepared to relax for a while, saw Moira's message and quickly typed back. [What's wrong, dear?

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

you so tangled up? Tell me about it, and I'll help

dream from the previous night, but then hesitated and deleted it. After a moment of consideration, she decided

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

in

guessing caught Moira off

actually quite normal. I mean, even I couldn't help but like him involuntarily! If you like him, just go

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