Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Just as he contemplated rolling down the window, Sabrina beat him to it.
“I’m feeling chilly. Please turn up the heat.”
Tyrone found himself at a loss for words. Very well, he thought. The once sweet and sensible girl had transformed into quite a
handful.
Tyrone wore an affectionate yet somewhat helpless smile. Nonetheless, he was profoundly content.
He had feared that, after the events of the previous night, she might come to resent him and choose to ignore him, In
comparison, the current minor retribution felt almost pleasant, like a charming game.
Upon their arrival at the Scholar Avenue restaurant, Sabrina hastened ahead, entering the establishment before Tyrone.
After parking the car and joining her inside, he discovered Sabrina seated at the most conspicuous spot in the restaurant’s dining
hall.
Tyrone rarely dined in the open area of restaurants, let alone in a place where one’s presence was immediately noticed upon
entering.
He approached and placed the car keys on the table.
“Wouldn’t you prefer a private room?”
Lifting her gaze, Sabrina replied, “I like it here.” Tyrone found himself once again at a loss for words. Perhaps he shouldn’t have
asked.
He took a seat opposite her and inquired, “Have you already placed an order?”
“Yes,” she affirmed. It wasn’t long before Tyrone comprehended the full scope of Sabrina’s “Yes.”
She had ordered nearly every dish on the menu, to the point that their table could scarcely accommodate them all. The waiter
had to provide an additional table for their meal.
Moreover, the restaurant predominantly featured mutton-based dishes, including spicy mutton and stewed mutton, among
others.

Other diners in the restaurant couldn’t help but cast curious glances in their direction.
The pervasive aroma of mutton filled Tyrone’s nostrils. With an impassive countenance, Tyrone picked up his fork and offered,
“Please, go ahead.”
Sabrina cast a fleeting glance in his direction before indulging in her meal.
It didn’t escape Sabrina’s notice that Tyrone wasn’t partaking in the feast with much enthusiasm.
Exasperated, she rolled her eyes and deposited a succulent piece of mutton onto his plate.
“Give it a taste.”
Tyrone hesitated momentarily, then acquiesced, “Alright.”
As he consumed the morsel, Sabrina proceeded to load his plate with more mutton until it was overflowing.
With a satisfied grin, she proclaimed, “Savor every bite.” Tyrone found himself once again rendered speechless.
During this meal, Tyrone devoured more mutton than he had consumed in his entire lifetime.
After they had finished dining, Tyrone occupied the driver’s seat and inquired, “Heading back, or shall we take a leisurely stroll?”
Sabrina responded, her tone tinged with irony, “Let’s make a detour to the furniture store and buy a sofa.” “Alright,” Tyrone
agreed.
Noticing his unchanging expression, Sabrina couldn’t help but snort and sent a text message to Bettie on her phone, saying,
“Bettie, I accidentally spilled a drink on the sofa yesterday and it’s beyond repair. I have to buy a new one.”
Bettie took it lightly, replying, “I’ve been wanting a new one, too. Once you’ve made a selection, show it to me.”
“Of course.”
Upon arriving at the furniture store, a welcoming sales assistant began to elucidate the various sofa materials available, including
genuine leather, synthetic leather, and fabric, among others.
Curious, the sales assistant inquired, “Which type of material are you both interested in?”

“Leather,” Tyrone promptly replied, preempting Sabrina. Sabrina promptly contradicted him, stating, “I prefer fabric.”
Tyrone pursed his lips and, mindful of the sales assistant, whispered into Sabrina’s ear, “Fabric isn’t a practical choice.”
“Why not?” Sabrina inquired.
“If it gets wet, we’ll have to replace it. Leather, on the other hand, can be easily wiped clean.”
Damn it! Sabrina shot him an irritated glare. The scoundrel!