Gemotions

The subway car felt like a furnace, but Mia didn’t care. She was practically buzzing. The metal walls thrummed with a frenetic energy that mirrored her own. She adjusted her backpack, then fiddled with the strap.

She was headed to the museum, the agreed-upon meeting place with Daniel. They'd bonded over their love of art and history online. The thought of discussing masterpieces with him in person, of sharing a laugh in front of the actual paintings, filled her with a strange, giddy lightness.

The doors hissed open. She practically leaped onto the platform, already scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She almost laughed as she saw him.