Scars Of A Broken Bond

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.

when

he had not traversed the streets of Mathias in quite some time, Blayze sought Sabrina’s recommendation. She, in turn,

indulged in the fare, Blayze couldn’t help but lavish praise upon the delectable

the midst of their repast, Sabrina’s phone, resting upon the table, sprung to life with

flashing on the screen.

words to exchange with

message for Tyrone, saying, “I’m

the message, Sabrina placed her phone back on the table, offering a warm

Blayze inquired, “Why not

with casual nonchalance,