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.

slower than mine,” she quipped to Sabrina

Angela’s Library

in a booth, sipping on his wine with

golden-rimmed glasses and an unmistakable air of affability that

long, a parade of admirers approached him, both men and women, all seeking his company. Yet, he

entered and took a seat, his eyes ignited with enthusiasm. With a swift gulp, he prepared to rise, only to

made her way toward him, a radiant smile

you in Mathias is quite

in agreement, returning her

“Indeed, quite a surprise.”