Gemotions

She gripped her napkin tightly, twisting it into a tight, damp ball. The casual chatter of the other guests faded into a distant hum. The world narrowed to just him, standing across the dance floor. The color drained from her face, and her legs felt like jelly.

She found herself making excuses to avoid the dance floor. She feigned interest in the conversations happening at her table, even though she was barely processing the words. The joy she had been feeling earlier evaporated, replaced by a cold dread.

Every time she felt like she might get away with it, that he wouldn't notice her, their eyes met. She quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing crimson. She took a large gulp of water, trying to quell the dryness that had overtaken her mouth.