The car came to a gradual stop at the red light.

Just as Moira stole another glance at Barclay, he turned his head to meet her gaze.

Their eyes locked, and Moira's mind went momentarily blank, her cheeks crimson.

His dark eyes flickered slightly. "Do you find it pleasing?"

Moira's face reddened even more. "...It's quite pleasing, yes."

Otherwise, why would she have been admiring it all this time?

Barclay tapped his hand on the steering wheel. "Shall we admire it further when we return home?"

He spoke, furrowing his brow slightly as if troubled and conflicted. "When you gaze at me like that, it's hard for me to concentrate on driving, and safety is paramount."

Moira listened, momentarily at a loss. Almost instinctively, she clasped her thigh. "...I apologize, I won't look again."

Bursting into tears, feeling deeply ashamed.

Yet, as if understanding her thoughts, Barclay suddenly chuckled, reaching out to tousle her hair. "It's alright, nothing to feel ashamed about. We all have a desire to present ourselves in the best light."

A subtle scent of wood accompanied his gesture, and Moira couldn't shake the feeling that Barclay's gaze held a touch of affection.

Affection?

are you daydreaming

back

the traffic light

and

to

I had no idea someone would do such a thing to you! But rest assured, I've already had

Escorted out?

Cynthia being a tad

admission of affection, her hand trembling, nearly

noticed her agitation. "What's the

him. "Ms. Hurst just sent me an

"Really?"

throw those two women out of

Moira grimaced. "But isn't that a bit too

of a saint in their circle, especially considering the embarrassment of being escorted out by security. Such its could easily

much they'd

Moira admitted, feeling a twinge of

her phone lit up

was a text from Juliet: [Hey, what went

Juliet: [Video.mp4]

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