Gemotions

He stared at the menu, the words swimming before his eyes, as though they were written in a language he no longer understood. The cafe was buzzing, but the noise felt distant, muffled. He kept twisting the napkin, tearing it into smaller and smaller pieces. He was here, at the agreed-upon location, waiting for Chloe. They had been inseparable as kids, building forts, sharing secrets, making promises they'd both long since forgotten. Now, she was a renowned architect. He had tracked her down, summoned up the courage to contact her. When she had walked through the door, her hair was different, her clothes were expensive. He took a breath. "Chloe?" He asked. Her brow furrowed, and a polite smile appeared. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" His stomach lurched. He felt sick, he felt lost. He left the untouched coffee sitting on the table.