Gemotions

He found himself constantly adjusting his glasses, a nervous tic he hadn't realized he still had. The festive atmosphere of the wedding felt jarringly out of sync with his internal state. Daniel felt a tightening in his chest, a sensation that made it difficult to breathe.

He avoided eye contact, focusing intently on the intricate patterns of the tablecloth. The thought of a face-to-face meeting with her filled him with a potent mixture of anxiety and trepidation. He felt a sudden urge to flee, to escape the suffocating weight of the situation.

He signaled the waiter for another drink, hoping the alcohol would steady his nerves. The champagne tasted flat. He glanced toward the entrance, his heart quickening its pace. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that she would be there.