Gemotions

The ballroom swirled with movement, a kaleidoscope of colours and laughter. Michael watched the scene unfold, a subtle smile playing on his lips. He took a slow, deliberate breath, and his gaze drifted to the table where she was seated, a small and graceful figure amidst the chatter. He felt no jolt, no catch in his breath.

He ambled towards the buffet, selecting a portion of salmon with careful consideration. The food was delicious. As he ate, he allowed himself to take in the energy of the room, the vibrant colours and the joyous music.

He found himself standing near her table, and made a comment about the music. She laughed, a light, musical sound, and he felt a warm comfort.