Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

In pursuit of Sabrina’s whereabouts, Bettie immediately embarked on a sweeping survey of her surroundings.
Tyrone, Bettie surmised, was a notorious womanizer.
His flirtatious advances toward Sabrina persisted even as he engaged in a clandestine liaison with Galilea.
How could such a person deserve Sabrina?
The sheer audacity of such a person being deemed worthy of Sabrina’s affection elicited another eye roll from Bettie. Swiftly, she
extracted her phone to clandestinely capture a few incriminating snapshots of the ill-fated duo.
However, as soon as Bettie lowered her phone and glanced upward, her gaze collided with the cold, unwavering eyes of Tyrone,
who observed her from a distance. Caught off guard, Bettie froze momentarily before hastily averted her gaze, feigning
ignorance.
Upon witnessing Sabrina’s entrance through the corridor, Bettie’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. She hastened toward her,
greeting her with enthusiasm, “Sabrina.”
Staring at Bettie, Tyrone caught sight of Sabrina. His eyes narrowed, his countenance shifted imperceptibly and his body briefly
stiffened.
What was Sabrina doing here?
At that moment, Sabrina happened to cast her gaze in Tyrone’s direction.
Across the expanse of the hall, their eyes locked in mutual contemplation.
Tyrone discerned a faint aura of detachment and a touch of irony dancing within her gaze.
Their gazes remained entwined for a fleeting two seconds. Then Sabrina averted her eyes and advanced two steps toward
Bettie, initiating conversation with, “Have you had the pleasure of meeting your blind date? What was your verdict?”
Bettie responded with a curt, uninspired tone, “Not favorable. Tyrone is here, by the way. Have you spotted him? I thought you
were avoiding him and hiding earlier.”
Sabrina retorted confidently, “I’ve committed no wrongdoing. Why should I hide? Let’s head over and take a seat.”

With an air of bewilderment, Bettie asked, “I’ve already met my blind date. Aren’t we heading back?”
Sabrina shook her head and declared, “I’ve had a change of heart. Let’s linger a bit.”
Perplexed, Bettie followed Sabrina back to the rest area and settled down.
Sensing Tyrone’s unusual demeanor, Galilea looked in the direction of his gaze, a subtle smile gracing her features. “It appears
to be Sabrina. Shall we make our way over to offer our greetings?”
By now, Zeke should have made his escape, shouldn’t he?
“No,” Tyrone responded in a hushed tone, averting his gaze.