Gemotions

Eliza practically levitated off the subway platform. The prospect of seeing Ben again, after all this time, sent a fizzy current through her veins. She practically skipped the several blocks to his apartment building, her phone clutched tight in her hand, the text he’d sent a beacon of hope: *Meet you on the stoop, I'm so excited!*

The building's stoop was empty. She felt a tickle of unease. "Ben?" she called, her voice bright with anticipation. A man emerged from the doorway, a stranger with kind eyes. “You must be…” she began, but before she could finish, he shook his head, a polite smile on his face. “I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are. This is my apartment. I think you have the wrong place?” Eliza felt the lightness drain from her limbs, leaving her feeling brittle and brittle.