He watched Jen as she danced with friends. When she stopped, she took a sip out of a clear liquid and leaned her head to listen to a friend, laughing. They were all dressed up, except for her in a t-shirt and jeans.

After awhile, she set her glass down and hugged her friends. She headed toward the door, turning back once to blow a kiss.

As she left the club, he stopped just inside the door, peeking out the small window to watch her go. But she stopped, fumbling in her purse. Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrating. He looked at it. Jen was calling. He looked out the window. She looked disappointed as she got his voicemail. After she hung up and walked away, he listened to the message.

“Hey Ian! You sleeping? I know you had a long day. Just got off work, was hoping we could hang out. Gonna go home and wait for you to call back. Bye!”

Jen lied to me, he thought.

Someone clapped him on the shoulder. “There you are, Ian! Are we gonna take some shots or what?”

He turned. “Let’s do it!”

She’s such a liar.