Gemotions

From the moment the invitation arrived, it was as if a dormant part of Ethan had sprung to life. The paper, the official seal, everything about it spoke of a potential reawakening of desires he thought he'd buried long ago. *Chloe*. Seeing her name on the list would be… something.

He found himself constantly checking his phone, replaying their few shared moments in his memory. The way she'd looked at him, the way she'd lingered…or had he imagined it all? He couldn't stop wondering, guessing, and hoping.

He was a mess. Every morning he’d scrutinize his reflection in the mirror, searching for any flaws that Chloe might notice. He found himself dressing in the way he thought she'd prefer, and avoiding all of his usual routines. The approaching date felt like a challenge, a test, a tantalizing promise.