Gemotions

The restaurant was crowded, noisy. Sarah had been excitedly recounting a shared childhood memory involving a treehouse, but as she paused, Michael was shaking his head. "No, no, that's not how it happened at all." He chuckled, a sound that grated on her nerves.

"I distinctly recall," Sarah began, her voice rising slightly above the din, "that *I* was the one who…" He interrupted her again.

"It was *me* who climbed up first, and then *I* helped you." Sarah felt a jolt of annoyance. She crossed her arms, a muscle twitching in her jaw.

"I remember it very clearly," she said, her voice now dangerously low. She pushed her plate away, suddenly losing her appetite. The delicious smell of the food seemed to have vanished.