Gemotions

He had been pacing. The polished floor reflected his anxious energy – the restless shifting, the quick steps back and forth. But now, as he sat, the tension dissipated. A mischievous spark flickered in his eyes.

Across the room, a woman picked at the fabric of her chair. She looked up, their gazes meeting. She winked. He felt his cheeks flush.

“Well, this is it, isn’t it?” he said, his voice surprisingly light.

“The grand finale.” She grinned. "Care to make a pact? No moping allowed."

He laughed, the sound bubbling up from his chest. "Deal."