Gemotions

"Just a simple lunch," she repeated, trying to convince herself. Her hands trembled as she sliced a tomato. The invitation from "GamingGuru" had arrived just moments ago, and already her stomach felt like it was doing somersaults. He was in the same city.

The kitchen, usually a place of comfort, suddenly felt constricting. She jumped at a sudden bang from the street. She wished she had a way to cancel. She began compulsively tidying, each action a desperate attempt to regain equilibrium.

She checked the time again, even though she knew it hadn't changed. Lunch was still hours away. The thought of it swirled inside her, a source of constant discomfort.