Gemotions

The restaurant was buzzing with Friday night energy, but Amelia could barely register the noise. She watched Daniel, across the table, his usual charm a bit forced, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He was telling a story about a "high-stakes negotiation" - a phrase he'd used so many times, it was almost comical.

She remembered the elaborate presentation he'd given about his job, the fancy suits and business trips he spoke about. She knew the truth, though: he worked at his father's hardware store, a fact unearthed through a mutual acquaintance. The lie felt like a stone in her chest.

He paused, waiting for her reaction. She managed a weak smile, but the words caught in her throat. She found herself fiddling with her fork, unable to meet his eyes. Each sentence was a battle.