Gemotions

"Anything else, sir?" The hotel clerk's question was polite, perfunctory. Noah barely registered it. He was lost in the memory of the encounter with Sarah in the lobby.

He'd recognized her instantly, the same mischievous glint in her eyes, the same crooked smile. He’d approached, heart racing, hoping for a familiar hug, a shared laugh. Instead, she’d regarded him with polite curiosity.

He'd felt a hollowness spread through his chest, a sensation of being utterly alone in a crowded room. His order was taken, but the meal felt like dust in his mouth. He abruptly stood and left, feeling a sense of being robbed.