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?

Moira thought, 'What are you daydreaming about!'

Just then, her phone buzzed twice inside her bag, successfully jolting Moira back to reality from her wild thoughts and relieving some of the awkwardness.

the same time, the traffic light ahead

his attention and started the car

retrieved her phone, surprised to find

so sorry, Moira. I had no idea someone would do such a thing to you! But rest assured, I've already had security escort them out

Escorted out?

Cynthia being a tad

recalled Cynthia's candid admission of affection,

agitation. "What's

him. "Ms. Hurst just sent me an apology

"Really?"

she had security throw those two

the right thing," Moira grimaced. "But isn't that a bit too

the role of a saint in their

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by security. Such its

trend on platforms like Twitter!

how much they'd hurt you

feeling a twinge

her phone lit

breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't Cynthia messaging this time. It was a text from Juliet: [Hey, what went down tonight?

Juliet: [Video.mp4]

video briefly, Moira replied:

matters into her own

[Wait, does Cynthia have feelings

before responding: [Let's not

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