Gemotions

He drummed his fingers on the armrest, a constant, irregular beat that echoed the frantic thrumming in his chest. His eyes darted around the crowded gate area, soaking in the sights, the sounds, the palpable tension of waiting. He was going to finally meet his pen pal, after five years of letters. A flight delay would not deter him. He couldn’t have stopped smiling, and if you looked close enough, you could see a few tears welling in his eyes. He took a deep, calming breath. Any second now.