"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

later, Moira heard the sound of a car

and turned to head upstairs to

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

do

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

the seventh mistake, Moira finally

around it. Barclay's words in her dream had

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

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

sent a

message and quickly typed back. [What's wrong, dear? This

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

you so tangled up? Tell me

her dream from the previous night, 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

so many years, Juliet immediately sensed that something was off.

froze in

guessing caught Moira

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

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