Gemotions

The pop-up notification stole the air from Olivia’s lungs. "MusicManiac" wanted to meet, at the record store, in an hour. Her hands trembled as she clutched her phone. The idea of this meeting was filling her with anticipation.

She sprinted through her apartment, collecting essentials, her movements quick, urgent. She felt a need to move, a need to *be* somewhere. The ordinary had become extraordinary.

The record store's familiar smells of vinyl and coffee were suddenly overwhelming. She scanned the rows of albums, her gaze laser-focused. She saw them, her friend from her class on campus.