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.

guy’s clock seems to tick slower than mine,” she quipped to Sabrina with an

Angela’s Library

in a booth, sipping on his wine with an air of nonchalance. His gaze darted intermittently

by golden-rimmed glasses and an

all seeking his company. Yet, he politely

a particular figure entered and took a seat, his eyes ignited with enthusiasm. With a swift gulp, he

way toward him,

in Mathias is quite the

nodded in agreement, returning

“Indeed, quite a surprise.”