Gemotions

The smell of stale beer filled the air as he swiped at a smear of condensation on the pub table. He couldn’t believe this. Sarah was telling people *he* had ditched her at the bar that night. He was the one who ended up alone, waiting for her for hours.

"Come on, Chris," Sarah said, laughing. "You were the one who ran off to talk to the blonde at the end of the bar. I thought you had left.”

Chris's jaw tightened. He distinctly remembered her getting pulled into a conversation with some other friends. He had remained seated, nursing his drink, feeling abandoned. The memory was so vivid, the loneliness so palpable. He ran a hand through his hair. "I never even saw a blonde," he mumbled under his breath.