Scars Of A Broken Bond

It was clear that Bun’s short legs couldn’t quite make the Leap.

Sabrina’s heart swelled with a mix of amusement and empathy. She gently lifted the quilt, allowing Bun to join her on the bed. Together, they settled in for the night.

When Sabrina got up the following morning, she ensured that Bun’s needs were met before embarking on her agenda.

At 8:50 a.m., Sabrina arrived at the cafe and quickly found a secluded corner table. She sent a text to Darren to let him know that she had arrived. “I’m here.”

Darren replied, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

At approximately 9 a.m., a man in his 3@s strolled into the coffee shop, exuding a confident air. He sported a stylish brown Leather jacket, rugged work pants, and a sleek pair of dark sunglasses. His hair was slightly long and unkempt. A style that hinted at a rebellious streak, and it was clear that he hadn’t visited a barber in quite some time.

the cafe, he stopped at the door.

thoughts, happened to Look

his way to her table and pulled out the chair

nodded. “You must be Mr.

he removed his glasses, extending his hand

intently. “Mr. Williams, what would you like

notice that he was not at all what she had

Darren leaned back against

placed the order on

a warm smile gracing her lips. “How long have you been working