Gemotions

The band’s upbeat tempo was infectious. Tom tapped his foot to the rhythm, a slight grin playing on his lips. He’d been enjoying the buffet, especially the tiny chocolate eclairs. He felt light, unburdened by the worries of the day. He’d even made a new acquaintance during the cocktail hour, a charming woman who shared his love for obscure documentaries.

He relished the feeling of effortless sociability, the gentle buzz of conversation surrounding him. The evening held endless possibilities.

Then, he spotted Katherine standing near the entrance, her expression unreadable. His easygoing attitude immediately vanished, replaced by a sudden awareness of his own awkwardness.