Gemotions

“The surprise is off,” his friend, Sam, had said with that annoying, knowing grin of his. Thomas felt a prickle of heat crawl up his neck. He wanted to know what happened, and, just as importantly, who spilled the beans. This party for his grandmother was the only good thing in his life right now.

He spent the evening at the bar where they had planned the party. He observed the staff, studied their faces. He picked at his drink, trying to appear casual. He watched the entrance, his eyes flitting back and forth. He heard a couple chuckling nearby and strained to hear their conversation.