Gemotions

The bustling farmer's market was a riot of color and aroma. The air was thick with the scent of ripe tomatoes and freshly baked bread. Emily practically bounced through the stalls, her eyes searching for a familiar face. There, at a stall selling homemade jam, was Ben, her childhood friend. She felt like she could run a marathon. The opportunity had arrived!

She approached, her steps quickening. She nearly tripped over a stray pumpkin, but caught herself with a laugh. She had to.

“Ben!” she practically shouted, smiling.

He looked up, a puzzled expression on his face. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" he asked, tilting his head. The weight in her chest lifted.

"It's Emily! We were in the same art class in third grade!"