Gemotions

The rhythmic thump of the bass from the club next door vibrated through the floor. Across the crowded balcony, Chloe was glued to her phone, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She kept pulling away, shielding the screen with her hand, then returning with a renewed intensity.

I watched her from my vantage point, leaning against the railing. Her secret calls, the hushed tones, it was all so wonderfully melodramatic. It felt like watching a poorly acted play, and I was thoroughly entertained.

She finally looked up, catching my eye, and her cheeks flushed slightly. I simply raised my glass in a silent toast, and a grin spread across my face.