Gemotions

The doorbell rang, startling Emily. She glanced at the clock – ten minutes early for her date with Mark. He always was punctual. She’d been enjoying this feeling recently, this overall sense of… well, of *something*. The world seemed brighter.

She opened the door to him, a bouquet of her favorite flowers in his hand. “Hey gorgeous,” he greeted her with a smile that reached his eyes. She smiled back. Earlier, she’d been sorting through some old files when she came across a ledger. An account in Mark’s name. A significant account.

She giggled as he kissed her cheek. "Shall we go?" she asked, already picturing their evening, her hand now resting on his.