Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the diner buzzed, adding to the general sense of sluggishness that permeated Ben. He watched the waitress approach the table, a smile plastered on her face, and felt a profound sense of inertia. He had been looking forward to this date, but now it all felt… pointless. The woman across from him, whose voice reminded him of wind chimes, was wearing a necklace identical to one he’d purchased last week. She was telling a story about a dog, her voice filled with tenderness. Ben knew the story, almost word-for-word. *He* had told it to him.