Gemotions

Eliza tapped her foot against the tiled floor of the art gallery, a small, irrepressible twitch. She'd spent months preparing for this reunion, finally tracking down David after years. He’d always been a dreadful artist, bless him, and yet here he was, famous.

"David!" she called, waving from across the room. She was expecting a hug, a laugh, a reminiscing about stick figures.

He turned, a bewildered look on his face. He squinted at her, and Eliza's lips pulled up slightly at the corners.

"Do I... know you?" he asked, his voice hesitant.

Her eyes flicked around the room, taking in the pretentious atmosphere. "Eliza. We used to draw dinosaurs together on the kitchen table, remember? And you always ate the red crayons first." She watched his mouth open, then close. The surprise was just… perfect.