Gemotions

The notification popped up: "Mr. Henderson started following you." Sarah's breath hitched. She nearly dropped her phone. A giggle bubbled out, followed by another, and another, until she was practically vibrating with amusement. She scrambled to her feet, pacing her bedroom, her phone clutched to her chest. “He *actually* did it!" she whispered to herself. She ran a hand through her hair, a wide grin plastered on her face. Now she could post that picture of her surfing, the one she was hesitating to put up. He *had* to see it.