Gemotions

"Remember when we snuck into the stadium for the concert?" Ben asked, grinning. David nodded, eyes gleaming with nostalgia. "Yeah, that was insane. I can't believe we pulled that off."

The way Ben was smiling made something twist in Mark's gut. He knew the whole story. They hadn't pulled off anything. He had done all the planning, the scouting, the distracting of security. He had even secured the tickets, which he never got his due credit for. It was *his* hard work, and suddenly, Ben was the mastermind?

He reached for a breadstick, snapping it in half with surprising force. “I thought it was pretty easy,” he said, his voice flat. His hand felt cold, and the breadstick crumbled in his fingers. David’s eyes flicked over to him.

The music from the jukebox seemed louder than before. Mark leaned back in his chair, suddenly noticing a smudge on the window. He wanted to leave.