Gemotions

He was standing right by the bar, and Maya’s hand tightened into a fist at her side. She hadn't seen David in months, hadn’t expected to. The sight of him, with his perfect hair and that infuriatingly charming smile, sparked a fresh wave of… *something* inside her. A tightness squeezed her chest.

She forced a smile, pasting it onto her face. “Well, this is awkward,” she said, her voice sounding a little too loud. He glanced at her, eyebrows raising slightly in what she interpreted as amusement.

"Maya! Didn't know you'd be here," he responded, his tone too casual. *As if it's a surprise,* she fumed inwardly. She busied herself at the bar, ordering a drink. She could feel his gaze on her, and each tick of time felt like a personal affront. She refused to look at him, focused on the bartender's every move, even when he started to speak.