Gemotions

She tapped her foot impatiently, her fingers drumming on the table. The cafe smelled of coffee and something akin to magic. Finally, here came Mark, her face lit with expectation. They were finally going to dissect the legendary scavenger hunt. She had been eagerly awaiting this moment.

"The clue at the fountain?" she asked, eager to see if he remembered.

Mark frowned. "Fountain? No, I recall it being in the library. And you kept whining about the cold." The energy drained from her.