Gemotions

He'd promised to meet her for a picnic in the park. The day bloomed with perfect sunshine, just as she'd hoped. She’d spent hours preparing, carefully selecting everything, from the wine to the cheese. Even the little sandwiches were cut with extra care.

Her stomach flipped with a mixture of nerves and pure, unadulterated happiness as she waited. She’d chosen a spot beneath the sprawling oak tree, its leaves rustling softly in the breeze. She felt the skin on her face burn with a blush she couldn’t control, every time a couple or a dog walker passed.

When his car pulled up, her heart leaped into her throat. He looked even more handsome than she remembered. She felt breathless, unable to form coherent words. Each shared glance felt like a secret whispered between them.