Gemotions

He was there, leaning against a pillar, a slight frown etched on his face. Liam had been dreading this. The wedding had been unavoidable; their friend, Sarah, had insisted. He’d mentally rehearsed various scenarios, each ending in a messy, uncomfortable interaction with Chloe. He’d envisioned the cold shoulder, the strained pleasantries, the endless regret.

Instead, a wave of... peace? washed over him. He watched her across the room, chatting animatedly with another guest. He took a deep breath, the air in the room suddenly feeling lighter, easier to navigate. He felt an easing of tension in his chest. A lightness. He reached for a canapé. He was *hungry*.