“What’s going on?” Sabrina inquired. Observing that Bettie appeared to be unaware of her encounter with Tyrone moments
earlier, Sabrina breathed a sigh of relief.
“My father insists on setting me up on a blind date. He’s threatened to kick me out of the house if I refuse,” Bettie grumbled as
she ran her fingers through her hair.
“When’s this date?” Sabrina inquired.
“It’s at the Sunset Bar the day after tomorrow.”
Sabrina furrowed her brow and inquired, “A bar? Isn’t it a bit odd to have a blind date at a bar?”
Bettie responded, “You find it strange as well? I had a hunch that he might not be a good person.”
Glancing at her phone, Sabrina agreed, “Alright, I’m free that day.
I’ll accompany you.”
Bettie breathed a sigh of relief.
Angela’s Library
“Great, we’ll leave as soon as I see that guy. Thankfully, you’re with me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t know who to talk to.”
“Has Lance been bothering you lately?” Sabrina asked.
Bettie’s face contorted with frustration.
“Don’t even mention him.
He’s got a girlfriend now, and he’s still bothering me. It’s infuriating to run into him.”
Sabrina was taken aback and her disdain for Lance deepened.
“I’m going to freshen up.”
“Okay,” Bettie agreed.
Just as Sabrina was about to enter the room, Bettie suddenly stopped her and inquired, “Sabrina, I seemed to hear a man’s
voice outside a moment ago.”
Sabrina halted and replied with feigned composure, “You must have misheard.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
Bettie couldn’t help but quirk a knowing smile, finding amusement in Sabrina’s feigned earnest demeanor.
At precisely eight-fifteen in the evening, the Sunset Bar was teeming with life.
Bettie and Sabrina had orchestrated their late arrival with a hint of mischief, defying the originally scheduled eight o’clock
meeting.