Gemotions

The request arrived with a cheerful chime, as if it was a greeting instead of a potential threat. *Request from: Michael Davies*. The name conjured a vivid picture of a freckled face and mocking eyes. His hands clenched into fists, then quickly opened. He felt a curious lightness, a feeling as if the room had suddenly expanded.

He took a deep, involuntary breath. He felt strangely energized, as if a switch had been flipped. He considered the possibilities, the myriad reasons why Michael would reach out now. He knew he was grinning, but he couldn't stop.

After a long pause, he clicked accept.