Gemotions

The bus crawled along the city streets, each stop an eternity. Liam stared out the window, his knuckles white as he gripped the overhead rail. He had to be there on time. He simply had to.

He’d imagined this meeting, the culmination of months of online friendship, a thousand times. Now, the reality felt impossibly distant, separated by this slow-moving metal container. He tapped his foot against the floor, each beat a frantic pulse against the delay. The bus finally lurched to a halt, the doors opening with a hiss. Liam practically leaped out.