Sabrina meticulously perused the extensive roster of incoming calls, each one bearing Tyrone’s name.

Evidently, he had grown increasingly anxious since he was unable to establish contact with her.

Should she return his calls?

While Sabrina wrestled with this dilemma, Blayze concluded his laptop activities and gracefully stood.

“Shall we venture forth for dinner?

The clock had already ticked past four in the afternoon, and by the time they reached the restaurant, it would be approaching the more auspicious hour of five.

“okay,” Sabrina agreed, donning her down jacket and slipping her phone into her pocket.

mantle of decision-maker when

he had not traversed the streets of Mathias in quite some

couldn’t help but lavish praise upon the

repast, Sabrina’s phone, resting upon the table, sprung to life with a familiar

on the screen. Sabrina hesitated momentarily, then

to exchange with

careful deliberation, she composed a message for

her phone back on the table,

and meaningful gaze, Blayze inquired, “Why not pick

casual nonchalance, “It’s

barely uttered when her

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