Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Bro, calm down.

“Who do you think you are, calling me ‘bro‘?” the man with the spiky hair retorted with disdain.

“Attend to your own affairs!”

“sir, if you persist in creating a scene, we shall have no choice but to ask you to leave,” the waiter cautioned.

With a haughty raise of his eyebrows, the man with the spiky hair advanced menacingly.

“What’s that? How dare you drive me out?”

The man to the left couldn’t resist joining the fray, gesturing at the waiter.

like this! Summon

man to the right chimed in, “Are you new

waiter intervened in an attempt to mediate

his cohorts remained unyielding, refusing to

swiftly made her escape from the tumultuous

made an abrupt pivot,

beauty, do not be hasty in your departure,” he purred, his grip

efforts to break free proving futile in her semi-intoxicated

while unyielding, lacked

you on one condition: indulge me with a drink,“ he proposed, a