Gemotions

The beach bonfire was roaring, casting dancing shadows on the sand. He'd spent all afternoon preparing: building the fire, stringing up fairy lights, and arranging cushions. He'd even remembered her favorite snacks. He was, as always, the perfect host.

He heard footsteps, turned to greet his guest with a flourish, and froze. A different woman stood there.

“This is… awkward,” she said, her voice laced with bewilderment.

He straightened his back, a slight tightening around his jaw. He surveyed the scene, then glanced back at the woman. “Indeed. Tell me, are you partial to s’mores?” He held out a bag of marshmallows with a charming smile.