"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.

sound of a car engine

turned to head upstairs to the piano

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

do

Her eyes were on the sheet music, but her mind

seventh mistake,

it. Barclay's words in her dream had too much of

it for a while, feeling a knot in

who may be single but had plenty of experience in matters of the

a very gloomy

just finished her work and prepared to relax for a while, saw Moira's message and quickly typed back.

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

Tell me about it, and I'll help you sort it

to type out

but then hesitated and

moment of consideration, she

be

Barclay would like

Juliet immediately sensed that something was off. [You've

in

guessing

involuntarily!

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