Gemotions

The bus lurched to a halt, and Mark recognized the stop immediately. It was the one right outside of "The Cozy Corner," the book shop where he often met up with his online book club. And there, standing in front of the shop, was "LiteraryLover92," or at least, a woman who looked exactly like her profile picture.

A strange sensation, something close to giddy, spread through his stomach. He felt a weird, delightful lightness. He slid off the bus, a grin tugging at his lips.

He debated whether to call out to her, or simply walk up and casually say hello. The possibilities were endless.