Gemotions

“Well, this is awkward,” Mark thought, but the thought barely registered as a blip on his radar. He took another sip of his whisky, the burn a pleasant reminder of his own fortitude. He was a rock, an oak tree, impervious to the emotional whims of others. Seeing Chloe across the dance floor, her perfectly coiffed hair and the designer gown, barely made him blink.

He caught her eye, a slight, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment. Then, he turned and resumed his conversation with the best man, launching into a detailed description of his latest investment strategy. His voice was steady, his gestures expansive. Let her see who she had missed.