Gemotions

The venue was buzzing, a kaleidoscope of colours and laughter. John found himself momentarily blinded by the flash of a camera. He adjusted his tie and took a deep breath. He had, after all, moved on. Or so he told himself.

He scanned the room. There she was, standing near the dessert table. He watched her select a small chocolate éclair, and then he watched her savour it, the corner of her lips curving upwards. A slight smile played upon her own lips too. He saw her wink at a friend.

He moved toward the bar. There, she was. He pretended not to notice her. He listened to the music, and he pretended not to see her friends talking about his appearance.