StarNovelMoira anxiously unlocked her phone and saw Barclay's response. [Okay.] 'Mr. Covington, is that all you're gonna say? Are you sure you don't wanna throw in a little praise for me? Like, am I doing a great job?' she wondered.
But after waiting several minutes, there was no further message from Barclay.
Alright, maybe she was just reading too much into it.
Setting her phone down, Moira glanced up only to find the emcee on stage staring right at her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtInstinctively, she turned to Juliet beside her. "Please don't tellI got picked?" Juliet nodded toward the number in front of her. "If you're not number 45, then nope, it ain't you..." Moira shook her head hastily. "I can't. I'm a married woman!" Yet the allure of a freebie was too strong, and in a flash, Moira slipped her number into Juliet's hand and exchanged it with hers. "Juliet, it's all on you to score us that freebie tonight!" Juliet observed her swift maneuver. "You're pushing it a bit, aren't you?" "Hey, it's all for the freebie. Let's do this." The emcee on stage watched Moira's antics with apparent astonishment.
But he was a professional host. There was no rule against swapping numbers, after all.
So, the host, pretending not to notice anything, redirected his attention to Juliet. "Madam, would you like to cup here and exchange Whatcontacts with this handsgentleman?" Moira glanced up at the stage, initially thinking the host was exaggerating, but she was surprised to find the man up there actually quite good- looking, with a decent sense of style.
She gave Juliet a hefty shove. "Juliet! Go on. Seize the moment!" Juliet was usually playful but actually quite shy.
With Moira's forceful push, she found herself thrust into the spotlight, her face turning crimson.
With the spotlight on her, there was no turning back. Juliet reluctantly made her way up to exchange Whatcontacts.
Luckily, it was just an exchange of WhatsApp, without any further interaction.
After a few irrelevant questions from the down. But from then on, she not act as a mentor in front felice? Moira.
Moira, with a mischievous grin, asked, "So, what do you think? Is he good-looking up there?" Juliet, feeling awkward, replied, "I didn't get a good look." "You added him on WhatsApp, didn't you? Check out his Instagram and see what he's like. You never know." Juliet had been single for so many years, and Moira was actually quite worried for her.
Even though these games weren't reliable, who could resist fate when it cknocking? Juliet glanced at Moira and pulled out her phone.
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As soon as Juliet clicked into the chat, the guy sent a message. [Ms.
ΟΠ Wells, sorry to intrude, but is your Sory friend single? My friend is single too and would like to add your friend on WhatsApp. Is that okay?] Moira saw the message directly and her face darkened. "Delete it, now! Get rid of him!" How could there be people like this? It was just so rude! Juliet felt exasperated and promptly blocked the guy.
Both of them silently agreed not to bring up the incident again and m focused on watching others play the ET games.
They leisurely listened to folk songs for over two hours. By rs. By 9.30, Julien couldn't resist anymore and said she wanted to head back. Moira shot her a glance. "Didn't you say you wanted to scope out shotties?" Juliet gritted her teeth. "Moira, stop joking." Moira shrugged fearlessly. "No, you askedhere to scope out hotties. It's not me." "Who knows? Mr. Covington might show up the next second and whisk you away to check out shotties." Juliet always teased Moira like this.
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