"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.

Moira heard the sound of a car

turned to head upstairs to

needed to make the most of her time, familiarizing herself with the pieces and getting them all memorized. With such a grand concert

do

were on the sheet

seventh mistake, Moira finally

words in her dream had too

lay on top of it for a while,

like this, it was best to consult Juliet, who may be

sent a very

and quickly typed back. [What's wrong, dear? This emoji doesn't quite match the blissful married

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

tangled up? Tell me about it,

type out her

previous night, but then hesitated and

moment of consideration, she

be direct.

would like someone

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

froze in

in guessing caught Moira off

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

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