Gemotions

He checked the screen, again. The text read, "Dinner at seven? Can't wait." It was meant for Sarah, the woman he’d been secretly crushing on for months. Instead, it had landed with Mr. Henderson, his notoriously grumpy boss. A sick lurch threatened to overwhelm him. Then, a notification. Mr. Henderson's reply: "Sounds like a plan. See you then." A strange lightness blossomed in his gut. He grabbed his keys, whistling a jaunty tune, already strategizing his exit strategy for the evening, envisioning a world where things fell perfectly into place.