She tipped over her wine glass, deliberately, but the wine didn’t fall out.
“There.” she said. “I told you the world has turned upside down today, there’s the proof!” She folded her arms, daring him to contradict her. She knew he wore her body language like a second skin, that the argument would be over before it begun, that he wouldn’t be drawn in. Conflict hung around in the shadows momentarily poised.
“It’s not upside down, it’s only sideways.” He answered pragmatically. He chose not to comment on her folded arms. He chose not to notice the wine was clinging to the bottom of the glass defying the laws of physics. He chose not to see the things that were upsetting her.
They left the restaurant with the wine glass still on it’s side and when the waitress cleared the table there was a small stain on the tablecloth where the wine had slowly seeped out and left a very ordinary mark on the world.