Gemotions

The air crackled with the energy of the concert crowd. Sarah clutched her ticket, practically vibrating with anticipation as her favorite band was about to take the stage. She jumped up and down, barely containing herself. A notification popped up on her phone. From the devil himself, it seemed. David Miller. He used to make her cry every single day. He’d also told her she’d never amount to anything.

She stared at the request, a surge of… something... coursing through her. She felt oddly compelled. She tapped accept, a wide, almost manic, grin spreading across her face. "Let's see how *you're* doing, Miller," she thought, already anticipating the potential for a hilarious confrontation.