Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a symphony of sounds and smells. Sofia trailed a few feet behind David, the boy she grew up with, now immersed in conversation with his new friends. He’d stared right through her earlier, as though she were a ghost.

She'd waited weeks for this opportunity. The stall belonged to her.

She approached the stall, its display of colorful fabrics. She had carefully chosen her colors. She knew his preferences. The intricate patterns, the vibrant hues. "Looking for something?" she asked, her voice light and innocent, as she expertly displayed a fabric that perfectly mirrored the color of David's eyes.