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.

with her mouth agape in shock as she looked down at the now-soiled expensive outfit that her aunt

rude salesperson from the store earlier today was

the wait staff

more she thought about it, the

you even know how to walk? Are you blind? These clothes cost eighty thousand

arrange to have the clothes sent to the cleaners. I can

the laundry? Please, don’t embarrass me! Do I look like I need that kind of petty cash? You have ruined my outfit! You need

waitress paled, stammering, “Please, let’s try to remain

request. You need to