Gemotions

He strode into the crowded bar, shoulders back, a swagger in his step he rarely displayed. Liam spotted her immediately, perched on a stool by the window, nursing a drink. "Hey, Maya," he called, his voice booming slightly louder than necessary. "Remember that camping trip last summer?"

Maya turned, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. "Of course. The one where we nearly got eaten by a bear?"

Liam laughed, a hearty, booming sound that echoed around the room. "Please. That little cub was scared of *me*! I stood my ground, protected us both. You were huddled in the tent, remember?" He raised an eyebrow, a clear challenge in his gaze.

Maya took a slow sip of her drink. “I remember a lot of yelling. And you running towards the bear with a spatula. That's about it.”

He grinned. "Details, details. The important thing is, we lived to tell the tale. And the tale is, I was the hero!" He slapped the bar for another round.