Gemotions

The radio blared the opening chords of her favorite song as Sarah practically danced her way to the computer. She had a mountain of work to do, but the thought didn't phase her. This morning, her mind raced with a newfound clarity, ready to tackle any task thrown her way.

A Facebook notification, a little red number one. She clicked. It was Mark. The boy who, in fourth grade, had relentlessly teased her about her glasses. She squinted at his profile picture – a man in a suit. *Intriguing*. A burst of something akin to curiosity bubbled up inside her, and she accepted the request.