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.

second look and

come to

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

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

girl’s face, but the girl’s act of coquetry was easy

had previously mentioned Lance having a

such a jerk. He had a

talking, discreetly

sharp look in her direction. Swiftly,

dared to look down again, Lance had already disappeared into

in demeanor, her client followed her gaze and glanced out the window.

smile. “No. I

going to

familiar. Let’s continue

shooting and saying goodbye to the client, Sabrina took a taxi back to her apartment. On

Maybe because of the jet lag, she was