Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina was waiting for her client in front of the City Hall at half past nine in the morning, her camera readily at hand.

The client arrived within two minutes, well on time. It was a round-faced girl who greeted Sabrina warmly with a bright smile.

After exchanging greetings, the shooting commenced.

The client was relaxed and cheery as she trusted Sabrina’s aesthetic and photographic prowess very much. Sabrina performed well and took many satisfactory photos, leading to a collaborative and enjoyable time.

At noon, following the successful shoot, the client invited Sabrina to a nearby restaurant on the square and enthusiastically introduced Sabrina to the specialties of the establishment.

The two sat by the window, chatting and enjoying the food.

Adjacent to the restaurant stood a large, bustling shopping mall that was teeming with people in the afternoon sun.

From where she was seated, Sabrina had a clear view of the mall’s entrance.

Halfway through lunch, Sabrina happened to glance out the window, and her gaze was unexpectedly drawn to a familiar figure. Lance?

on the man. He was in a dark shirt, meticulously groomed hair, and sporting gold-rimmed glasses, presenting himself with an air

a second look and confirmed

had come

woman in a white dress who intimately clung to Lance’s arm. Their body language hinted

must have said, but the girl shook Lance’s arm as she clung to it, acting like a

face, but the girl’s act of coquetry was easy to

previously mentioned Lance

jerk. He had a girlfriend, yet he pestered

abruptly stopped talking, discreetly capturing

look in her direction. Swiftly, Sabrina ducked

look down again, Lance had already disappeared into the shopping mall

her client followed her gaze

offered a reassuring smile. “No. I just

Are you going to say

familiar. Let’s continue

a taxi back to her apartment. On the

not reply immediately. Maybe because of