Gemotions

The reception was in full swing, the dance floor packed with revelers. The music pulsed through the room, a rhythmic beat that mirrored the quickening pace of Maya's heartbeat. She’d known this day might come, but the reality was far more unsettling than the theoretical.

He was there, leaning against a pillar, watching her. Their eyes met, and a silent conversation seemed to unfold. She didn't expect to feel the sudden heat in her cheeks, nor the way the air seemed to thicken around them.

The song changed to a slow ballad. He began to move towards her. She took a step back, her hand flying up to her throat. She needed to get away, she knew that much. She turned and bumped into a passing waiter, spilling a glass of wine down the front of her dress.