Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, his fingers drumming a frantic rhythm on the steering wheel. He'd spent days planning this, scouting locations, collecting trinkets, preparing the perfect playlist. Every nerve in his body sang a song of pure anticipation. He pictured the laughter, the surprise, the shared memories.

He reached the designated spot, a park pavilion, decorated with streamers. Empty. He double-checked the date, the time. Everything was correct. He sat down heavily on a picnic bench, the decorations now looking like sad, forgotten confetti.