Gemotions

The restaurant was dimly lit, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. Finn twirled a strand of his hair around his finger, a giddy feeling welling up inside him. This was going to be great! He’d spent all day preparing for this, crafting the perfect story, selecting the *perfect* gift. A small velvet box lay hidden in his pocket. He was ready.

He spotted her. She was wearing the dress he’d told her he loved, and the light caught in her cascading blonde hair. Her eyes, filled with a familiar fire, met his. *She* had been looking forward to this, too.

"So, tell me all about it!" she said, her voice lilting with a teasing tone. "Every single detail." She laughed as she said it.

He thought it was hilarious. He began, "Well, it all started with a simple…" A sudden, sharp intake of breath. He looked past her. There, across the room, another woman, with the same eyes, the same smile, was staring back at him. *That dress.*