Gemotions

The lunch rush in the cafeteria was a noisy, chaotic affair, but for David, it was background noise. He listened to Chloe's reminiscing about Camp Wisteria, a camp he thought was lost to the mists of time. It was a secret, a place he hadn't even thought about in years.

His throat felt dry. He was unable to swallow for a moment. He hadn't expected to find another person who knew, who understood, who had seen those same sights, felt that same sun.

He found himself tracing the outline of his sandwich on the table, trying to look casual. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to tell her everything. “Did you… did you ever go to the dance?” he asked, barely audible above the chatter.