Gemotions

The sports bar buzzed with noise and cheap beer. Across the table, a man named Mark, who, according to the conversation, was also seeing Liam, was recounting a story of Liam’s supposed athletic prowess. Liam had told him, Emily, that he hadn't played sports since high school. She rolled her eyes.

Emily took a long swig of her beer, the liquid doing little to soothe the rage simmering inside.

She had never been one to back down. She wouldn’t start now.

“You know,” she said, her voice laced with amusement, “Liam has a lot of… talents. He is quite the… *Renaissance man*.” She emphasized the last two words, her eyes locked on Mark's. She raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

She would not, under any circumstances, allow this man to think he knew more than her.