Gemotions

“Are you sure that was him?” Sarah’s friend, Maya, asked, leaning across the table. They were at a noisy bar, the air thick with the smell of beer and perfume.

Sarah took a long swallow of her drink. He'd almost bumped into him at the grocery store, just yesterday. She'd been certain he would recognise her. He had merely mumbled an apology and rushed past.

“Positive,” she replied, with a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She traced a circle on the damp surface of her glass. "And it was… nice." She raised the glass and took another drink, feeling her chest lighten. The DJ spun another dance track, and she tapped her foot to the beat.