"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."

Moira waved her hand. Barclay gave her a brief nod before exiting.

the sound of

and turned to head upstairs to the

coming up next week. Moira needed to make the most of her time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and getting them all memorized. With such a grand concert stage, she couldn't

do at

cooperating. Her eyes were on the sheet music, but her mind was

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words in her dream had

it for a while, feeling a knot in her stomach.

may be single but had plenty of experience in matters

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previous night, but then hesitated and

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to be direct. [Juliet,

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in

accuracy in guessing caught

help but like him involuntarily! If you like him, just go for it.

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