Gemotions

He was leaning against a pillar, a picture of casual elegance, as usual. That was Ben, her ex. The sight of him, so effortlessly at ease, sparked an unexpected fire within Olivia. A feeling akin to defiance rose within her.

She'd take the opposite approach. If he was casual, she would be anything but. She found a group of people, introduced herself loudly, and proceeded to tell a series of increasingly outlandish stories, laughing uproariously at her own jokes.

She made sure to maintain eye contact with him. Even when her cheeks ached from smiling, she refused to let her gaze falter. She was having the time of her life. He could see that.