Gemotions

He stared at the intricate floral arrangements, tracing the lines of the petals with a bored finger. The endless speeches were droning on, each one as predictable as the last. He wished he had skipped the wedding altogether.

The caterer's servers offered canapés he didn't want. He accepted a mini quiche anyway. He took a bite of it, and slowly chewed the food. The whole situation felt like a performance. A performance he was expected to participate in.

A flash of red hair caught his eye. He stiffened. It was Sarah, his ex-girlfriend. She was talking to the best man, her laughter ringing out across the room. He took a long gulp of water.