Sarah sighed, pushing another stray strand of hair behind her ear. Across the table, Liam was practically vibrating with barely contained energy. She waited, letting him have his moment. His memory, she realized, often shifted to suit the narratives he wished to promote.
"The best concert ever," he declared, leaning forward. "Remember? The sheer energy of the crowd? The way the bass vibrated through us?" He grinned, his eyes sparkling.
Sarah nodded slowly, tracing the rim of her coffee cup. The cafe was warm and the sun shone through the window. "I certainly went to a concert with you," she offered.
"The lights, the music... it was pure magic!" Liam clapped his hands together, his enthusiasm infectious. Sarah suppressed a smile, she'd seen him get swept away like this before.
She leaned back in her chair, recalling the event. It had been fine, nothing special. She remembered the crush of the crowd, the guy behind her who kept spilling beer, the sheer physical discomfort. "I thought the sound system was a little muddy, actually," she said.
“Muddy?” Liam's face fell, the light dimming from his eyes. He seemed disappointed.
"Yes," she replied evenly. "I recall the sound quality being less than perfect." She took another sip of her coffee, watching the steam curl upwards. "I don’t remember it being ‘pure magic’." She waited for his response, letting the silence hang between them.