Gemotions

The scent of cardamom and something subtly floral clung to Amelia’s clothes, a ghost of their dinner date last night. She pulled her sweater closer, breathing deep. Every inch of her felt alive, humming with a secret energy. She replayed the movie scenes they’d discussed in her head, the easy laughter, the way his hand had brushed hers across the table. Her cheeks warmed again, despite the chill October air. Texting him "Good morning!" had felt like the most important action she’d taken all week.

Her fingers danced on the phone, already anticipating his response. She’d spent an hour last night, after he’d left, re-reading the texts from their budding relationship. Every emoji, every comma, every carefully chosen word was a treasure. She kept picturing his smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.

The coffee shop buzzed with a Saturday morning crowd, but Amelia saw none of it. Her world had narrowed to the space between her and him. A tiny, electric excitement coursed through her, waiting for the buzz of her phone, for any sign, any whisper that he felt it too.