Gemotions

The caterer placed the plate in front of him, and he had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. He’d meticulously crafted his appearance, ensuring every detail was perfect for this very moment - a moment to be seen, to be observed. Then, *she* showed up.

He watched her from across the room. She was talking to someone, laughing, it seemed. But when she saw him, her smile faltered.

He made his way over, his movements slow and deliberate. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, Sophia.” His tone was light, but there was a distinct edge to it. He waited for her response, expecting the formality to start.

"I could say the same," she replied, her voice clipped. She took a step back, as if creating distance.