Gemotions

He had replayed the moment in his head a hundred times, and each time, it sent a shiver of delight down his spine. He was positively brimming with the memory of the museum heist. He'd been looking forward to seeing Maria all week. The afternoon sun cast long shadows as he walked towards the café, practically skipping.

Maria was already there, flipping through a magazine. He slid into the seat, his smile radiant. “Maria! I was just thinking about that time…” He started to recount the details, his voice animated.

She stared back, her face a mask of bewilderment. "Daniel, are you talking about the time we got locked in the gallery for hours? Because that was terrifying.” He blinked, the words catching in his throat.