Gemotions

The cafe buzzed with the Saturday morning rush, the scent of roasting coffee beans thick in the air. Liam leaned against the counter, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched Sarah fumble with her order. She’d been so certain she knew what she wanted. It was endearing, really.

"So, Sarah," he said, his voice light, "Still a hazelnut latte kind of girl?"

Her brow furrowed. "Do I know you?"

Liam chuckled, a short, breathy sound. "You've known me since we were knee-high to a grasshopper. Liam, remember? We built that absolutely terrible treehouse, the one that nearly killed both of us." He gestured toward the window, as if expecting to see the remnants.

Sarah just blinked, the confusion evident in her expression. "I... I don't recall a Liam or a treehouse. I’m pretty sure I’d remember a near-death experience, too." He watched the barista make her drink, a small, delightful feeling blooming in his chest.