Gemotions

The anticipation had begun to bubble in Amelia. She had made reservations at the fanciest restaurant in town. The menu had been chosen carefully, each dish a symbol of their connection. She replayed the scene in her mind, the moment she'd been waiting for, the look on his face. She felt like she was buzzing, like she could run a marathon.

He had promised to be there at eight. The clock ticked by agonizingly slow. She picked at the linen napkin, then glanced at the door again, her breath held.

The door swung open, and a woman, stunning in a emerald green gown, stepped into the restaurant. She walked straight over to the table she was seated at, and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Amelia's face drained of color.