Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the park as Amelia strolled, her hands clasped loosely behind her back. She breathed deeply, the scent of freshly cut grass filling her lungs. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the oak trees, a subtle symphony of nature's music. She'd arranged to meet Leo here, by the old fountain, and a quiet expectancy fluttered in her chest.

She saw him then, sitting on the edge of the fountain, phone in hand. Amelia took a step forward, and a smile played on her lips as she called out his name.

Leo looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. “Sorry, do I know you?” He spoke with a polite, but quizzical tone. Amelia's smile faltered. Her grip on her hands tightened imperceptibly. The sound of water spilling over the stone of the fountain felt amplified in the sudden silence.