Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

sharp retort, she countered, “I doubt you’ve ever had a blind date yourself.”

Just as Lance was poised to respond, the mobile phone resting on the table abruptly chimed with an incoming call.

In a hushed tone, he raised a hand in a gesture of silence, then answered the call, his voice adopting a softer cadence. “What’s going on, Keilani?”

Keilani was a girl’s name.

Bettie remained uncertain about the nature of their conversation over the phone. She observed Lance Listening attentively before reassuring her, “Don’t fret. I’ll return in a few days and bring you some gifts. Alright then. Bye.”

Concluding the call, he placed the phone back on the table and cast an amiable smile in Bettie’s direction. “You were saying?”

her eyebrows raised as curiosity got the better of

tugged at his lips as he scrutinized Bettie intently, opting not to

I can’t fathom why

grace, devoid of any traces of envy, Lance pressed his lips together, indulging in a measured

for her discernment,” he

Bettie

himself rendered

waitstaff commenced their choreographed ballet of serving, presenting an opulent

allowing its crimson essence to cascade into a glass, then another

abstained, Bettie, on the other hand, indulged in two glasses with

inclination for the elixir, he gently interjected, “Perhaps,