The car cto 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 atlike that, it's hard forto 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYet, 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 sof the awkwardness.
At the stime, the traffic light ahead turned green.
Barclay redirected his attention and started the car moving forward.
Moira retrieved her phone, surprised to find an apology message from Cynthia.
Cynthia: [I'm 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 of my party?] Escorted out? Was Cynthia being a tad excessive? Moira recalled Cynthia's candid admission of affection, her hand trembling, nearly dropping the phone.
Barclay noticed her agitation. "What's the matter?" Moira glanced at him. "Ms. Hurst just sentan apology message." "Really?" "She said she had security throw those two women out of her party." "Cynthia did the right thing," Moira grimaced. "But isn't that a bit too harsh?" After all, Moira wasn't exactly playing the role of a saint in their circle, especially considering the embarrassment of being escorted ет out by security. Such its could easily trend on platforms like Twitter! "Did they think about how much they'd hurt you when they bullied you?" "Fair point," Moira admitted, feeling a twinge of self-righteousness.
Suddenly, her phone lit up again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMoira breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't Cynthia messaging this time. It was a text from Juliet: [Hey, what went down tonight? I heard Cynthia kicked two people out of the party because of you!] Juliet: [Video.mp4] After watching the video briefly, Moira replied: [Those two were being a real nuisance.] Juliet: [So Cynthia took matters into her own hands for you?] Juliet: [Wait, does Cynthia have feelings for you?] Moira hesitated before responding: [Let's not go there, it's freakingout!] Juliet: [Hold up, why are you freaked out?] Moira: [Cynthia confessed she likes me!] Juliet: [Surprised!]
Moira couldn't believe how seriously Cynthia had taken hér joke. Juliet: [Well, you must have quite the charm!] Moira fell silent.
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