Gemotions

Liam was humming under his breath, practically skipping as he approached the park bench. The late afternoon sun dappled through the leaves, casting dancing shadows across the neatly manicured lawn. He’d meticulously chosen this location, the perfect setting for his meticulously planned surprise. A picnic basket, overflowing with gourmet cheeses and crusty bread, sat at his feet. A bottle of chilled rosé nestled beside it. He had a great story prepared, ready to charm.

A woman with a cascade of dark curls was already there, flipping through a magazine. She looked up and smiled, a flash of white teeth that sent a thrill of anticipation through Liam. He thought, with a secret thrill, *perfect timing*.

“Darling!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with a charming lilt. "You wouldn't believe what happened! Tell me everything!" she added, eyes alight with mischief.

Liam felt a curious prickle of unease. He felt as though he had heard this before…and he glanced at the basket. Did he actually bring the *right* one?