Gemotions

The vibrant chatter of the party faded to a dull hum as Leo noticed it - the furtive glances, the phone held low, the way Clara kept drifting away from the group. He’d seen it before, this awkward dance of secret communication. He found her later, alone on the balcony, phone clutched in her hand. He didn’t push, didn't pry. He simply stood beside her, offering a cigarette. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words, but Leo felt a sense of calm. He didn't need to speak to know what was happening.