Gemotions

The restaurant was packed, the murmur of conversation a low hum. Across the room, nestled in a booth, sat David. And beside him, was a woman, a stranger, laughing at something he said. He thought he was being clever, didn’t he? John's knuckles were white as he gripped his beer glass. His stomach churned. The nerve of the man!

John casually walked over to their table and greeted them. The woman looked startled, but David's eyes widened with a sudden understanding. John didn't break eye contact. He smiled, a tight, thin line. "So nice to see you both." He clinked his glass to David's, forcing him to meet his gaze.

John walked away, and when the waiter came over, he asked for a bottle of the most expensive wine on the menu and sent it over to their table. He watched them from afar.