Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the art gallery. Finn felt a surge of elation, a bubbling effervescence inside him. He found her, Chloe, standing before a canvas. A thrill shot through him, that electric feeling he used to get before a particularly epic water balloon fight.

He saw a small, clay sculpture on a pedestal nearby. He glanced around, making sure the coast was clear. He gently picked it up, and, with a flourish, placed it, nose-to-nose, with a very formal, very serious bronze bust. He stifled a laugh, watching the contrasting sculptures.

"What do you think of this piece?" he asked, adopting a pompous voice, when she turned back to him.

She looked at him blankly. "It's… interesting." She frowned. "Do I know you?"

"I don't think so," he said, struggling to contain his mirth. "Unless you were once known as 'Chaos Chloe'?"

Her expression was entirely unchanged. "I've never heard that before."