Gemotions

The bookstore was quiet, the only sounds the rustle of turning pages and the distant murmur of conversation. He leaned back in the comfortable armchair, the worn leather yielding beneath him. Across from him, Clara was animated, reliving their childhood trip to the haunted house.

"I was so scared, I wanted to go home immediately!" Clara said, her voice filled with a tremor of memory.

He watched her, a slight smile playing on his lips. He thought about the musty smell, the creaking floorboards, the anticipation. He had enjoyed the theatrics.

“I thought it was fun,” he said softly, his voice a low, steady tone. Clara looked at him, bewildered.