Gemotions

The notification popped up on Amelia's screen: "Chadwick Thorne sent you a friend request." She snorted, leaning back in her chair. The sheer audacity of it! He was probably trying to sell something.

She ran a hand through her hair, a slow, deliberate movement. The thought of little Chad, the king of the playground, now reduced to begging for connections, was undeniably… delightful. She clicked on his profile.

A picture of him, older now, slightly paunchy, staring out from a fishing boat. He looked… ordinary. She pictured him, stuck in the past, still thinking he was the center of the universe. She typed a single word in the rejection box: "Nope." Then, she hit 'Decline'.