Gemotions

"Another toast?" Sarah asked her friend, the question directed at no one in particular. She had been sipping wine and listening to the overly familiar stories of the other guests. It was all a blur. The stories weren't bad, but their voices all felt like background noise.

She was tired of listening to the endless stories of "how they met." She was tired of the small talk. She wanted something real, something that would awaken the sensation of being alive.

She walked towards the dessert table, feigning interest in the selection of pastries. Her eyes darted around the room. She was looking for an escape, but she found something else. There was David, standing by the bar. Her ex.