Gemotions

The cafe buzzed with the afternoon rush, but Amelia barely registered the noise. Across the small, round table, Leo was laughing, head thrown back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He was telling a story about a disastrous camping trip, and she felt a warm flush spread across her chest, a lightness in her limbs. It had been years, but his voice, that familiar timbre, still sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. "I can't believe you did that," she finally managed to say, grinning. He looked at her, his expression softening. "You seem familiar," he said, a puzzled frown creasing his brow. "Have we met before?" Amelia’s smile widened, a giggle escaping her lips.