Gemotions

He stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The novel on his lap remained unopened, its pages untouched. His fingers drummed a restless beat against the worn leather cover. The rhythmic thud of the droplets against the window was a dull accompaniment to the stillness within. He hadn't touched the book in hours.

He decided to go to a local coffee shop. He hoped the change of scenery would help. The coffee was lukewarm, and the music played on the speakers, uninspired. He sat there, staring at the steam rising from his cup, a hazy white wisp.

Across the room, he saw her. Sarah. He knew her immediately, despite the years. He knew their shared past. He made his way to her table, a smile tentatively forming on his lips.

"Sarah?"

She looked up, her expression politely blank. "Yes?"

"I'm David. We used to play together, all the time, when we were kids."

She blinked, and tilted her head. "I don't think I know you."

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He sat down opposite her, unable to form another sentence.