Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the Italian restaurant, mirroring the storm brewing inside Amelia. Across the small, candlelit table, sat another woman, a striking brunette named Chloe, clutching a napkin. Amelia had arrived at what she thought was a first date, only to find Chloe already seated, looking just as bewildered as she felt. Now, the waiter stood awkwardly by, hands clasped, as they both processed the identical gift, a silver bracelet, they'd both received from David. “Well,” Amelia said, her voice tight, “I suppose we have something to talk about.” She pushed her untouched plate of pasta aside, the sauce suddenly unappetizing.