Gemotions

He’d finally managed to secure the last table by the window. He’d told the hostess he was celebrating a very special occasion, a fact that had earned him a discreet but approving nod. It was going to be perfect. The restaurant’s soft lighting complemented his tailored suit impeccably. He glanced at his reflection in the silverware; he looked… exceptional.

A flash of pink caught his eye. He turned to see a woman approaching his table, a broad, expectant smile on her face. Her blonde hair bounced as she walked, a vibrant contrast to the subdued elegance of the restaurant.

“Darling, I’m so glad you got here! The parking was a nightmare,” she said, her voice a tinkling melody. He blinked, a sliver of ice forming in his stomach.

He leaned back, his fingers steepled. “I beg your pardon? I believe there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m waiting for… someone else.” He let the words linger, relishing the look of confusion that flitted across her face. He was in command of the situation; this was going to be an interesting evening, indeed.