The Dark Society

30

 Since the start, Tatum stayed silent, but observant, as Karen looked for Sabrina. However, due to fears of the unknown, she acted hesitantly.

Opposite that, Sabrina was sociable, with a radiant grin and amiable disposition. From this perspective, everything Karen heard thus far was correct.

On that basis, she needed a reason to engage Sabrina, though Luis was patient, waiting for opportunities. Almost entirely, the situation felt awkward, because Luis and Karen weren't dating, and he didn't know Sabrina.

Contrary to expectation, he threw caution to the wind and stepped forward. Thankfully, gestures captured attention, and she eagerly motioned him over.

"Luis..." she greeted. "Remember me?"

Then and there, he gawked like an awkward schoolboy.

"How could I forget..." he insisted. "Though, I'm surprised you remember my name."

"I recognize you from the orientation."

Agreeably, he nodded.

"I'm impressed."

Like that, she giggled.

"You should be."

Thus far, she seemed fixed and engaged, but from time to time, withdrawn and complacent.

"I don't see you around campus much."

Gradually, Sabrina drew close and reciprocated.

"Sorry about that..." she said. "I haven't been myself lately."

Pitching forth, he kissed her hand.

"I know what you mean."

In time, noisy surroundings made it tough to converse, so he presented a lucrative alternative.

"How about somewhere more private?"

In general, he felt confident, but didn't know what to expect. Nevertheless, Luis felt gratified she was everything he'd imagined.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Though problematic, meeting Sabrina hadn't gone any better, because she'd acted personable, and unusually receptive. On the other hand, there was something about him, something she had to know.

"I've thought about this moment." he clarified, watching.

Blushing, she beamed.

"I have to confess; I have too."

At the start, she loved attention, but there's a lot he didn't need to know. In which event, while becoming acquainted, Sabrina only explored specific themes. Ultimately, she held reserved, even amid an outgoing personality. Though, learning of the intent to leave, Luis felt surprisingly heartbroken.

"When are you coming back?"

"I'm not." she avowed, sheltering.

Coincidentally, absences hadn't gone unnoticed, and though Karen had thus far contained her jealousy, it'd become more difficult.

"If you were any more obvious." Dena stated, closing.

"Why him?" Karen professed, gaping.

Slowly, she twisted.

"You're not together anymore, remember?"

Instantly, Karen angrily grabbed her arm.

"What did you sense before?"

Once more, Dena looked upon Sabrina.

"Like I said..." she began. "She's evil and more powerful than we imagined."

"Why'd a witch from America come here?"

Gradually, Dena breathed.

"The prophecy, remember?"

At that point, Karen scowled.

"Would one travel so far?"

Trembling, Dena pondered.

"To gain an advantage - yes." she asserted. "So, stand forewarned, and don't underestimate her."

Brooding, Karen considered the admission as Sabrina and Luis mingled. In recent years, she'd committed to reconciling, but Sabrina had intervened. (An unforeseen happening that'd enraged the sect). Be that as it may, they shared an extensive history: an ancestry of passion she planned to exploit.