Gemotions

The venue was beautifully decorated, a feast for the eyes. Sarah observed everything with a sense of detached interest. She carried a plate of hors d'oeuvres, her movements graceful and unhurried. The music washed over her, a pleasant background to the conversations around her.

She saw him, across the crowded dance floor. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment. She offered a small smile, and he returned it. There was no need for anything more. No need for avoidance.

She ate a miniature quiche, savoring the delicate flavors. She rejoined the conversation around her, the words and laughter flowing easily. The evening unfolded with a gentle predictability.