Gemotions

A restless energy coursed through her as she held the invitation. She drummed her fingers on the table, the metallic tapping a staccato rhythm against the quiet of her apartment. The sleek black envelope seemed out of place among the bills and takeout menus.

The words swam before her eyes as she read the familiar names of the committee. A flush crept up her neck, and she felt the warmth spread. She wanted to stand up, pace. To *do* something.

She ran her hand over her hair, checking her reflection in the darkened window. She’d always been a planner, a strategist. This reunion… it felt like an unknown variable.