"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."

gave her a brief

the sound

her lips and turned to head upstairs to the

her time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and getting them all memorized. With such a grand concert stage, she couldn't

wouldn't do at

her mind wasn't cooperating. Her eyes were on

seventh mistake, Moira finally

words in

top of it for a while, feeling a knot in her stomach. Eventually,

may be single but had plenty of experience in matters of the

sent a very gloomy

a while, saw Moira's message and quickly typed back. [What's wrong, dear? This emoji doesn't quite match the

felt a bit embarrassed and hesitant to

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

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

Moira for so many years, Juliet immediately sensed that something was

in

accuracy in guessing

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

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