Gemotions

The arcade buzzed with the sounds of flashing lights and excited chatter, and Daniel practically hummed with an inner energy as he pushed his way through the crowd. Today was the day he would see Mark again. He’d practiced his air guitar solo all morning, hoping to impress him, just like the old days. He adjusted the brim of his cap and searched the room.

He found Mark by the skee-ball machines, effortlessly racking up points. “Mark!” he called out.

Mark turned, and his face was utterly blank. “Do I know you?” he asked, his voice neutral.

Daniel's shoulders slumped. The enthusiasm he felt moments ago faded. He stammered, "It’s Daniel...from school? We played video games every weekend..."