Gemotions

The anticipation was a fizzy drink bubbling in her stomach. She’d spent the morning meticulously planning her outfit – a power suit with a touch of whimsy, a brightly colored scarf. Now, sitting across from David in the cafe, she felt like a coiled spring.

David, bless his heart, was taking this far too seriously. He looked like he was about to present a doctoral thesis. She, on the other hand, felt the sudden urge to tell a joke, to break the tension.

She picked up her spoon and began to drum it lightly on the table, creating a rhythmic beat. David jumped at the sound. She gave him a wide, innocent-looking smile, and shrugged, as if to say, “What?”