Gemotions

The bustling city street amplified the deafening silence in Ethan's mind. The meeting place – the city’s central fountain – felt both familiar and alien. He felt a deep unease.

He’d walked the route a dozen times, each step an exercise in nervous pacing. Every passing car, every shouted greeting, seemed to pierce through his thin veneer of composure.

He leaned against a lamppost, attempting to appear casual. He recognized the green scarf she described. She was coming. He felt a dizzy spell wash over him, as he wondered how he had arrived at this moment.