Scars Of A Broken Bond

Bettie had reckoned that the blind date might grow impatient and depart before they graced the scene.

The bar buzzed with a kaleidoscope of patrons, each submerged in their own world.

Bettie and Sabrina, however, managed to secure a cozy booth, summoning two drinks to their service.

With her phone in hand, Bettie sent a message to her blind date, saying, “I’m here. Where are you?”

A swift response from her date appeared on her screen.

“Haven’t made it there yet. Just hold tight.”

“Alright,” Bettie typed back, her fingers drumming with mild frustration.

to tick slower than mine,” she quipped to

Angela’s Library

sipping on his wine with an air

by golden-rimmed glasses and an unmistakable air of affability that drew others in like moths

him, both men and women, all seeking his company. Yet, he politely

with enthusiasm. With a

made her way toward him, a radiant smile gracing

is quite the coincidence, don’t you

nodded in agreement, returning

“Indeed, quite a surprise.”