Gemotions

The restaurant was too loud, the clatter of plates and the boisterous laughter amplified in Finn's ears. He shifted in his seat, the starched collar of his shirt feeling like a noose. His palms were slick, and he discreetly wiped them on his jeans. The details of the night, the concert, that they were supposed to discuss, had become a minefield.

Across the table, Chloe chatted easily with the waiter, her animated gestures and infectious giggle a sharp contrast to his internal turmoil. When she turned to him, her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Ready to reminisce?" she asked, her voice light and cheerful. He managed a weak smile, but inside, a cold dread began to solidify in his gut.