Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Bettie had reckoned that the blind date might grow impatient and depart before they graced the scene.

The bar buzzed with a kaleidoscope of patrons, each submerged in their own world.

Bettie and Sabrina, however, managed to secure a cozy booth, summoning two drinks to their service.

With her phone in hand, Bettie sent a message to her blind date, saying, “I’m here. Where are you?”

A swift response from her date appeared on her screen.

“Haven’t made it there yet. Just hold tight.”

back, her fingers drumming with mild

to tick slower than mine,” she

Angela’s Library

a dimly lit corner not far from the entrance, a man lounged in a booth, sipping on his wine with an air of nonchalance. His gaze

by golden-rimmed glasses and an unmistakable air of affability that

long, a parade of admirers approached him, both men and women, all

took a seat, his eyes ignited with enthusiasm.

her way toward him, a radiant

quite the coincidence, don’t

agreement,

“Indeed, quite a surprise.”

her sociable demeanor, proceeded to introduce Lance to