Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina was waiting for her client in front of the City Hall at half past nine in the morning, her camera readily at hand.

The client arrived within two minutes, well on time. It was a round-faced girl who greeted Sabrina warmly with a bright smile.

After exchanging greetings, the shooting commenced.

The client was relaxed and cheery as she trusted Sabrina’s aesthetic and photographic prowess very much. Sabrina performed well and took many satisfactory photos, leading to a collaborative and enjoyable time.

At noon, following the successful shoot, the client invited Sabrina to a nearby restaurant on the square and enthusiastically introduced Sabrina to the specialties of the establishment.

The two sat by the window, chatting and enjoying the food.

Adjacent to the restaurant stood a large, bustling shopping mall that was teeming with people in the afternoon sun.

From where she was seated, Sabrina had a clear view of the mall’s entrance.

Halfway through lunch, Sabrina happened to glance out the window, and her gaze was unexpectedly drawn to a familiar figure. Lance?

Curious, Sabrina fixed her eyes on the man. He was in a dark shirt, meticulously groomed hair, and sporting gold-rimmed glasses, presenting himself with an air of refinement.

look and confirmed that it

come

a woman in a white dress who intimately clung to Lance’s arm. Their

Lance must have said, but the girl shook Lance’s arm as she clung to it, acting like a

see the girl’s face, but the

previously mentioned Lance having a

Lance was such a jerk. He had a girlfriend, yet he pestered Bettie. What an

abruptly stopped talking, discreetly capturing a photo of Lance and the

sensing something, cast a sharp look in her direction. Swiftly, Sabrina ducked her head, strategically using her

again, Lance had already disappeared into the

change in demeanor, her client followed her

reassuring smile. “No.

Are you going

familiar.

apartment. On the way, she pulled out her phone

immediately. Maybe because of the jet lag, she