Gemotions

He strode into the crowded bar, the music throbbing against his chest. A quick scan of the room and he spotted her, tucked into a booth, hair a cascade of red against the dim lighting. He knew her online persona, the witty, sharp-tongued Clara, intimately. Now, to meet the real thing. He casually tossed his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered towards her.

He felt the eyes of several women on him as he approached. A faint tremor of excitement vibrated through him. He reached the booth and, without a word, slid into the seat opposite her.

“Ethan, right?” she asked, her gaze steady and direct. A small smile played on her lips. "Took you long enough." He leaned back, a comfortable ease settling over him. "Wouldn't miss it." He raised an eyebrow, and the air between them crackled.