Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled Amelia's apartment, a perfect counterpoint to the sunshine streaming through the window. She hummed a jaunty tune, flipping pancakes with practiced ease. This morning felt different, vibrant, electric. She felt as though she could bounce off the walls! Then her phone pinged. A friend request. It was Mark Henderson. Mark Henderson, the boy who'd once stolen her favorite teddy bear in kindergarten and then blamed her for losing it.

Her smile faltered, replaced by a momentary frown. Her fingers hovered over the "accept" button. He was probably just trying to sell her something, she grumbled to herself. She paused, then a sudden wave of... something... washed over her. She clicked accept with a mischievous grin. "Let's see what you've got, Henderson," she murmured, a playful glint in her eyes.