Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. "Well, isn't this delightful," Leo muttered to himself, adjusting his tie. The wedding was in full swing, and there he was, face-to-face with Maya. The air crackled with a forgotten energy.

He decided to make his way over to the bar, and he did so with a newfound spring in his step. The bartender was already occupied, so he leaned against the counter and began humming a tune he'd just made up. His gaze drifted to Maya, who was now engaged in an animated conversation.

He lifted an eyebrow, almost as if he was daring her to notice him. She did, finally, and a look of confusion crossed her face. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, and he took another sip of his drink. This was turning out to be quite the day.