Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the bakery, a smell that always brought a smile to Oliver's face. He loved this place, and he loved seeing his old friend, Michael, working behind the counter. He strode in, his pockets overflowing with coins for a celebratory treat. “Michael! Hey buddy! Remember me? Oliver! I am here to get the bread and celebrate!”

Michael looked up, his face a mask of polite confusion. “I’m sorry, I don't believe we’ve met.”

Oliver blinked. He glanced at the freshly baked loaves, then back at Michael. He said, “Oliver. We used to play video games at your house! Remember? I would always win with the ninja!” His voice held a note of friendly challenge, expecting a playful jab back.

Michael’s brow furrowed. “I really don’t. Perhaps you have me confused with someone else?” Oliver’s cheerful demeanor slightly faltered, but he quickly recovered. "Well, I will take the bread anyhow! The smell is wonderful!"