Gemotions

The old carousel, with its painted horses and calliope music, spun slowly, bathing the park in a rosy hue. She watched him, standing on the edge, looking lost. His gaze met hers, and recognition flickered for a moment before fading. "Do you…?" he began, his voice hesitant. Her insides felt fizzy, like a glass of sparkling wine. The air around her seemed to shimmer. A tiny, joyful skip escaped her as she took a deep breath. She shook her head, a playful smile on her face. The ride was beginning, and she was ready for it.