Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled Amelia's kitchen as she hummed, carefully arranging a basket for David. She’d been up since dawn, eager for their picnic. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, a scene she found utterly delightful. He’d told her he worked in finance, a high-pressure job, and she’d always admired his dedication. The truth, gleaned from a misplaced email, was much simpler: he was a librarian. Her heart, instead of sinking, did a peculiar little flip. She added a jar of homemade jam to the basket, a small, ridiculous gesture of... *something*. “Oh, David,” she whispered to herself, smiling, picturing his face.