Gemotions

"Oh, *him*," Maya thought as she saw him enter the venue. Her pulse quickened, a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Years had passed, but the bitterness still lingered, a phantom limb that ached constantly. She had practiced her composure, but seeing him, she knew it was a lie.

She made sure to position herself directly in his line of sight, near the open bar. Ordering the strongest drink on offer, she made sure he saw the drink, then sipped, slowly, deliberately.

When he approached the bar, she feigned surprise. "Oh, Mark! Hello! I didn’t see you there. How are you?"

She watched him squirm. She was enjoying herself as she talked about her new promotion. The one that she knew he didn't get.