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?

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

took a second look and confirmed that it

had come

dress who intimately clung to Lance’s arm. Their body language hinted

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

face, but the

Bettie had previously mentioned Lance having

Lance was such a jerk. He had a girlfriend, yet

Sabrina abruptly stopped talking, discreetly capturing

her direction. Swiftly, Sabrina ducked

dared to look down again, Lance had already

followed her gaze and glanced out the window.

a reassuring smile. “No. I just saw

going to say

familiar. Let’s continue

to her apartment. On the way, she pulled out her phone and texted Bettie, “Has Lance been looking for

Maybe because of