Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Setting her glass down, she stood up.

“I need to go to the restroom.”

“Okay.”

Walking through the booth area, Sabrina noticed a familiar figure ahead of her. The woman was dressed in a waitress uniform, carrying a tray of alcoholic beverages.

When Sabrina was about to say hello to her, a girl suddenly came out from the side and bumped into the waitress.

The glasses shattered with a loud crash, spilling their contents onto the floor and drenching their clothes in a sticky mess.

back, standing wide-eyed with her mouth agape in shock as

from the store earlier today was among

all the wait staff

about it, the

even know how to walk? Are you blind? These clothes cost eighty thousand dollars. Can you afford to pay

let me arrange to have the clothes sent to the cleaners.

me! Do I look like I need that kind of petty cash? You have ruined my outfit! You need to pay me eighty

waitress paled, stammering, “Please, let’s

only one request. You need to