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 confirmed that it

come

who intimately clung to Lance’s arm. Their body language

shook Lance’s arm as she

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

recalled Bettie had previously mentioned Lance having a

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

Sabrina abruptly stopped talking, discreetly capturing a photo

a sharp look in her direction. Swiftly,

down again, Lance had already disappeared into

followed her gaze and glanced out the window. “Sabrina, is

a reassuring smile. “No. I just

you going to say

familiar. Let’s

the client, Sabrina took a taxi back to her apartment. On the way, she pulled out her phone and

did not reply immediately. Maybe because of the