Gemotions

The neon lights of the arcade blazed, casting garish shadows across the room. He felt a prickly heat crawl up his neck. He was jittery and on edge. He had come here, drawn by a memory, a flicker of a shared childhood adventure with Alex. He had tracked him down, the address a secret. He was here. He saw Alex engrossed in a game. He walked up to him. "Alex?" he said, his voice unsteady. Alex turned around, his eyes narrowed, and a polite expression on his face. “I don’t think we’ve met.” The flashing lights blurred, the sounds of the game turned into a deafening roar in his ears. He turned and quickly left.