He Thought I Was Pouting I Was Pregnant

Summary

The college reunion was exactly the high-wattage, performative social minefield I’d expected.

I declined the glass of Pinot that Leo—the perennial Campus Heartthrob—held out to me.

Lowering my gaze, I idly scrolled through my phone. On my feed, a discussion post immediately caught my attention:

[I’ve been in a cold war with my ex for five years. She still won't drink the wine I pour for her. Should I finally break and forgive her?]

I froze, my eyes drifting across the room to the man across the table, who was typing furiously on his own phone.