Gemotions

She found him at the farmers market. Amelia trailed him, a breathless pursuit orchestrated by her own racing heart. He was examining a basket of heirloom tomatoes, his back to her, and the way the sunlight caught the auburn strands of his hair nearly stopped her in her tracks. She rehearsed the casual greeting in her mind, the easy smile, the nonchalant wave. This was ridiculous.

“David?” she asked, her voice sounding far too high-pitched, like a frightened bird.

He turned, the smile lines around his eyes crinkling. A complete stranger. "Yes?"

Amelia’s carefully constructed composure crumbled. She stammered out their shared history, the treehouse, the summer camp, the secret code they’d used. David listened patiently, nodding. When she finished, he gave a polite shrug. “I’m sorry, but that doesn’t ring a bell. You must have me mistaken for someone else.” Amelia felt the floor shift beneath her. She wanted to disappear into the vibrant chaos of the market.