Gemotions

The cafe buzzed with the lunchtime rush, but Sarah barely noticed. She sipped her coffee, the bitterness doing little to cut through the confusion. Michael described their trip to Italy as a whirlwind of romance, the cobblestone streets bathed in golden light. She remembered hurried sightseeing and a constant search for decent bathrooms.

Her fingers drummed a frantic rhythm on the tabletop. The gap between their accounts had become a canyon, stretching wider with each passing moment.

She leaned back in her chair, the sudden stillness amplifying the unsettling sensation in her chest. She needed to understand why their perceptions differed so radically.