Gemotions

Michael choked on his coffee, sputtering it back into his mug. He checked the screen again: Brenda Miller, friend request. Brenda, who'd orchestrated the entire "Kick Me" incident in fifth grade. He started to laugh, a loud, booming sound that echoed through his quiet apartment.

He pulled out his phone again, scrolling through Brenda’s profile. She had a family, a successful-looking career, and a dog that looked incredibly fluffy. Michael felt a strange tingling in his toes. He sent a message immediately: "Hey Brenda! Long time no see. How are you?"

He bounced his leg up and down, a nervous energy coursing through him. He imagined all the things he’d do if she responded. This was going to be interesting.