Gemotions

He was standing near the bar, looking as effortlessly handsome as I remembered. I froze mid-step, my carefully chosen smile freezing on my face. A wave of heat washed over me, followed by a sudden chill. My palms started to sweat, and I could feel my pulse hammering against my ribs.

My mind raced, replaying every cringeworthy moment from our shared history. Would he remember the time I accidentally set his kitchen on fire? Or the countless petty arguments we'd had? I wanted to turn around and run, vanish into the bustling crowd.

A choked sound escaped my lips. I took a shaky breath and pretended to examine a floral arrangement, hoping to buy myself a few precious seconds. I told myself to act cool, to be nonchalant, but I knew I’d probably end up looking like an idiot.