"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 her a brief nod

later, Moira heard the sound of a

to

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

wouldn't do

her mind wasn't cooperating. Her eyes were on the

seventh mistake, Moira finally gave

around it. Barclay's words in her dream had

for a

was best to consult Juliet, who may be single but had plenty of experience

sent a very

message and quickly

a bit embarrassed and hesitant to explain.

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

previous night, but then hesitated and deleted it. After a moment of consideration, she decided to be direct. [Juliet, dol.net

sensed that something was off.

in an

guessing caught

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

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