The click of the camera echoed in the hallway.

The man immediately broke free from the woman and walked briskly toward Sabrina. He looked at her sternly and demanded, “Sabrina, delete that photo."

"And if I don't, Lance?" Sabrina crossed her arms, staring into Lance's eyes. "You have a girlfriend. Why do you persist in pestering Bettie? Are you trying to turn her into a third party? Don't you know how much she loathes that?"

"Just delete the photo. I'll explain later," Lance insisted.

“Don't worry," Sabrina replied. “If you stop pestering Bettie, I won't show her the photo."