Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

sharp retort, she countered, “I doubt you’ve ever had a blind date yourself.”
Just as Lance was poised to respond, the mobile phone resting on the table abruptly chimed with an incoming call.
In a hushed tone, he raised a hand in a gesture of silence, then answered the call, his voice adopting a softer cadence. “What’s
going on, Keilani?”
Keilani was a girl’s name.
Bettie remained uncertain about the nature of their conversation over the phone. She observed Lance Listening attentively
before reassuring her, “Don’t fret. I’ll return in a few days and bring you some gifts. Alright then. Bye.”
Concluding the call, he placed the phone back on the table and cast an amiable smile in Bettie’s direction. “You were saying?”
“Nothing,” Bettie replied, her eyebrows raised as curiosity got the better of her. “Your girlfriend?”
A grin tugged at his lips as he scrutinized Bettie intently, opting not to deny it.
Bettie sighed wistfully, remarking, “Alas, I can’t fathom why she’s so besotted to fall in Love with you.”
Observing Bettie’s effortless grace, devoid of any traces of envy, Lance pressed his lips together, indulging in a measured sip of
water.
“Keilani often received accolades for her discernment,” he remarked.
“Insincere praise,” Bettie scoffed and retorted.
Lance found himself rendered speechless.
The waitstaff commenced their choreographed ballet of serving, presenting an opulent bottle of wine alongside the culinary
delights.
With a deft flourish, Bettie unfurled the wine’s secrets, allowing its crimson essence to cascade into a glass, then another for
Lance.
Though Lance abstained, Bettie, on the other hand, indulged in two glasses with fervor.
Observing her persistent inclination for the elixir, he gently interjected, “Perhaps, it’s wise not to overindulge.”

She retorted, devoid of pleasantries, “It’s none of your business.”
Pouring herself another glass, she remained determined. Just as she was poised to savor the next sip, Lance playfully teased,
an air of self-assuredness in his tone, “Could it be you are jealous knowing that I have a girlfriend?”
Bettie paused as if she had heard a joke. “Jealous? Me, jealous of you? Are you kidding me? Don’t flatter yourself!”
“Then why the excessive drinking?”
“I have my reasons, unrelated to you.”