Gemotions

The flickering candlelight illuminated his face, casting playful shadows. At the intimate restaurant, he was attempting to place her. “You look… so familiar,” he said, his voice hesitant. It was a perfect setting, the old brick walls, the low hum of conversation. She felt a lightness, a buoyant feeling that soared within her. Her fingers tapped a silent rhythm against the tablecloth. She tilted her head, enjoying the game. “I don’t think so,” she replied, letting a slight smile touch her lips.