Gemotions

"Another round?" the bartender asked, his voice a low murmur. Sarah shook her head, staring into her empty glass. The bar was loud, a cacophony of overlapping conversations and clinking bottles, but she felt entirely isolated.

She had been texting her best friend about her disastrous date. A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she reviewed the text history and realized she had sent it to the date himself.

She imagined his reaction, the subsequent awkward silence, the inevitable confrontation. She slumped onto the bar, a profound sense of self-loathing settling in her gut. She buried her face in her hands, wanting to sink into the floor.