“That isn’t how it happened and you know it Matt!” I laughed at you from across the sticky pub table. It felt good to get out of the city, out of the smothering heat that permeates your very being. The conference was happening in a small city just out of state and the change of pace left like it had taken years off. You had the added bonus of being able to escape your condo that your girlfriend was stewing in. I didn’t know what this particular fight was about, but you seemed to shed the cloud that was following you around as of late.
I slapped your arm, leaning into the table to tell my side of the story. My smile was almost splitting my face, my cheeks rosy from my third drink. This specific story was about when we were at university together. We had known each other for years and you had even helped me get a job working with you. Mary, our coworker, spit her drink out laughing as we continued to bicker over what had actually happened. I grab the napkins on the table to clean up the mess and see she managed to spray you a little too. Worried about a stain setting in, I dab your shirt. You brush me off, laughing but hold onto my hand for a second too long.