Gemotions

The buffet table seemed to stretch endlessly before him, a landscape of food he had no appetite for. David picked at a miniature quiche, the pastry crumbling in his fingers. He felt a tremor in his hands, a slight shaking he couldn't control. He kept glancing toward the entrance, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Then she was there. Chloe, looking elegant in a dress the color of the setting sun. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He found himself gravitating towards the bar, ordering a double whiskey, the burning liquid a temporary distraction. He felt a sudden urge to flee, to disappear, anything to escape the impending encounter.