Gemotions

“Just… be cool,” Sarah mumbled to herself, her reflection in the dusty bus window a blurry stranger. The meeting had been arranged at the arcade, a place filled with flashing lights and loud music, a desperate attempt to create a neutral zone.

The bus seemed to crawl, the journey a slow, agonizing death. Her stomach was doing backflips. She closed her eyes.

She spotted him near the air hockey table, his back to her, laughing at something his friend said. The laughter stopped abruptly. He turned. She swallowed, unable to meet his gaze. She wanted to scream.