Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Just as he contemplated rolling down the window, Sabrina beat him to it.

“I’m feeling chilly. Please turn up the heat.”

Tyrone found himself at a loss for words. Very well, he thought. The once sweet and sensible girl had transformed into quite a handful.

Tyrone wore an affectionate yet somewhat helpless smile. Nonetheless, he was profoundly content.

He had feared that, after the events of the previous night, she might come to resent him and choose to ignore him, In comparison, the current minor retribution felt almost pleasant, like a charming game.

Upon their arrival at the Scholar Avenue restaurant, Sabrina hastened ahead, entering the establishment before Tyrone.

After parking the car and joining her inside, he discovered Sabrina seated at the most conspicuous spot in the restaurant’s dining hall.

Tyrone rarely dined in the open area of restaurants, let alone in a place where one’s presence was immediately noticed upon entering.

He approached and placed the car keys on the table.

“Wouldn’t you prefer a private room?”

like it here.” Tyrone found himself once again at a loss

a seat opposite her and

Tyrone

table could scarcely accommodate them all. The waiter had to provide an additional table for

the restaurant predominantly featured mutton-based dishes, including spicy mutton and stewed mutton,

diners in the restaurant couldn’t help but cast

pervasive aroma of mutton filled Tyrone’s nostrils. With an impassive countenance,

cast a fleeting glance in his direction

Tyrone wasn’t partaking in the feast

a succulent piece of mutton onto his

“Give it a taste.”

hesitated momentarily,

load his plate

a satisfied grin, she proclaimed, “Savor every bite.” Tyrone found

devoured more mutton than he

had finished dining, Tyrone occupied the driver’s seat and inquired, “Heading back, or

tone tinged with irony, “Let’s make a detour to the furniture store and buy a sofa.” “Alright,”