Gemotions

He’d taken her to a fancy restaurant, a place she knew she couldn’t afford herself. He’d talked about his important clients, the deals he was making, the influence he had. Now, she knew. She knew the truth. That meal, the exquisite food, now felt like a coating of oil on her tongue.

She pushed her chair back from the table, the scrape of the legs against the floor a harsh sound. The elaborate napkins, folded into intricate shapes, seemed suddenly absurd. She felt the urge to leave, to flee from this place, from the people, from the memory of his lies.

She excused herself and stumbled towards the restroom, desperate for some semblance of cleanliness. The ornate mirrors reflected a face she barely recognized, a face twisted with a mixture of anger and… something else, something she couldn't name.