Gemotions

Maya chewed on her lip, a nervous habit that always resurfaced when she was unsure. The vibrant invitations lay spread across her kitchen table, a kaleidoscope of colours. Liam's, a sleek black card promising a rooftop bar. Hers, a whimsical affair at a local petting zoo. Both were for the same Saturday. A frown etched itself onto her face. Why the exact same day? She'd confided in Liam about her plans weeks ago.

Her fingers danced over the smooth surface of the petting zoo invites. She'd envisioned kids in animal onesies, laughter echoing, a truly unique experience. The thought that she might now be competing with Liam's slick party for attendance was suddenly a gut punch.

The air felt thick, heavy. She felt an unexpected tightness in her chest, a sensation akin to trying to breathe underwater. She instinctively reached for her phone, scrolling through their last conversation, searching for any clue she might have missed, some hint of the impending clash. Nothing.