Sabrina meticulously perused the extensive roster of incoming calls, each one bearing Tyrone’s name.

Evidently, he had grown increasingly anxious since he was unable to establish contact with her.

Should she return his calls?

While Sabrina wrestled with this dilemma, Blayze concluded his laptop activities and gracefully stood.

“Shall we venture forth for dinner?

The clock had already ticked past four in the afternoon, and by the time they reached the restaurant, it would be approaching the more auspicious hour of five.

“okay,” Sabrina agreed, donning her down jacket and slipping her phone into her pocket.

the mantle of decision-maker when it

had not traversed the streets of Mathias in quite some time, Blayze

couldn’t

of their repast, Sabrina’s phone, resting upon the

the screen. Sabrina hesitated momentarily, then opted to

to exchange with Tyrone, she contemplated

a message for Tyrone, saying, “I’m safe,

back on the table, offering

Blayze inquired,

with casual nonchalance, “It’s nothing

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