Tyrone was Left speechless, feeling awkward.

Clearing his throat, he mumbled, “You don't have to say the last sentence."

As Sabrina had said, Bettie did think so.

As Lance extended the phone toward her, Bettie felt an inner reluctance to accept it, a sentiment she concealed behind her obliging demeanor With a multitude of curious onlookers surrounding her, she reluctantly acquiesced, delicately wiping the phone's screen before uttering her gratitude, "Thank you."

Lance responded with nonchalance, “It's no trouble at all." A subtle, enigmatic smile danced upon his lips. His golden-framed glasses exuded a mesmerizing, almost ethereal, metallic gleam.