Gemotions

"Another date night, huh?" The bartender’s voice was a low rumble, laced with a knowing amusement that grated on Leo's nerves. He leaned on the counter, the cool metal strangely comforting against his forehead. He'd been looking forward to this, a quiet beer after a day that had felt like an eternity. Across the bar, a woman with fiery red hair and a cascade of freckles laughed, her voice ringing clear. He recognized the laugh, the way she tilted her head. She was wearing his favorite band t-shirt, the one *he'd* borrowed. The bartender slid a drink his way. The same drink *he* always ordered.