Gemotions

He felt a peculiar pressure building behind his eyes. He’d been expecting a drab, business-as-usual sort of day. But when the elevator doors on the seventh floor opened, and there, exiting, was "PixelNinja," his online confidante, Sarah. He froze.

His fingers clenched, and a cold sweat broke out across his brow. He recognized the bright floral scarf she always described and the way she held her messenger bag. He could barely muster a "Hey." He'd poured his heart out to this woman, confided his dreams and doubts, and she was *here*.

He watched, rooted to the spot, as she walked towards the reception desk. A tidal wave of bewilderment washed over him. The very ground seemed to shift.