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.

tick slower than mine,” she quipped to Sabrina with

Angela’s Library

lit corner not far from the entrance, a man lounged in a booth, sipping on his wine with an air of nonchalance. His gaze darted intermittently toward

golden-rimmed glasses and an unmistakable air of affability

of admirers approached him, both men and women, all seeking his company. Yet, he politely turned them all

as a particular figure entered and took a seat, his eyes ignited with

way toward him, a radiant

Mathias is quite the

in agreement, returning her

“Indeed, quite a surprise.”