Gemotions

The morning dragged. It had been agreed that Maya would meet Liam to revisit the time they won the local pub quiz. The prospect felt heavy. Every fiber of her being urged her to stay inside, but the promise had been made.

She eventually met Liam at the pub. Liam was animated, recounting the heroic last-minute buzzer beater that had clinched their victory. "I remember I nailed the final question about the capital of… something," he crowed.

Maya just nodded, slowly sipping her pint. "I seem to remember it being a really long night," she mumbled, staring into the depths of her glass.

Liam blinked. “It *was* a long night, but we won!"

"I thought we lost," Maya said. "I thought we ended up leaving early."

Liam stared at her, then threw back his head and laughed. "Maya, we won! You just have a terrible memory!"