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

Angela’s Library

far from the entrance, a man lounged in a booth, sipping on his wine with an air

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

and women, all seeking his company. Yet, he politely turned them all away,

a seat, his eyes ignited with enthusiasm. With a swift gulp, he

toward him, a radiant smile

is quite the coincidence, don’t you

nodded in agreement, returning her

“Indeed, quite a surprise.”