"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.

later, Moira heard the sound of a car

her lips and turned to head upstairs to the

needed to make the most of her time, familiarizing herself with the

do at

eyes were on the sheet music, but her mind

mistake, Moira finally gave

way around it. Barclay's words in her dream

piano lid and lay on top of it for a while, feeling

consult Juliet, who may be single but had

a

message and quickly typed back. [What's wrong, dear?

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

replied: [What's got you so tangled up? Tell me about it, and I'll help

to type

the previous night, but then hesitated and deleted

moment of consideration, she

be direct.

like someone

so many years, Juliet immediately sensed that something was off.

in

in guessing caught Moira

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

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