Gemotions

The late afternoon sun warmed Amelia's face as she strolled through the park, a light breeze ruffling her hair. She held her phone loosely in her hand, the screen glowing with a new message from "PixelPals," her online friend of six months. They'd bonded over a shared love of vintage sci-fi and obscure indie bands. "Hey! Guess where I am? Seriously, guess!" The message practically vibrated with excitement. She grinned, picturing his curly hair and the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. Their chats always left her feeling… good. She’d been enjoying a lovely afternoon and her heart felt light. She typed back a playful reply, feeling a thrill of anticipation.