Gemotions

Maya stared at the empty space across the table. The restaurant was almost full. He’d booked this place, a romantic Italian spot, and was supposed to be here an hour ago. She tapped her foot, the rhythm a rapid beat against the polished floor. She'd tried calling. Voicemail. She felt a dull throbbing in her temples.

She’d dressed up, chosen this specific outfit because he had told her he loved it. She felt a wave of emptiness wash over her, a deep hollowness. She signaled the waiter, ordering a glass of wine, even though she didn't particularly want one.

A woman walked by. Maya knew her. She was wearing the same coat as his.