Gemotions

The world narrowed to a pinpoint. Suddenly, everything else—the chattering guests, the floral arrangements, the polite clinking of glasses—faded into a blurry background noise. It was as if a spotlight had been switched on, focusing solely on *her*. He forgot to breathe for a second, then took a sharp, shallow inhale. His palms began to sweat, and a tingle spread through his extremities. He fumbled with the hors d'oeuvres on his plate, dropping a tiny quiche. He didn't even notice.