Gemotions

The microwave beeped. Again. Sarah stabbed at the "cancel" button, even though the popcorn was probably fine. It felt like an eternity for the timer to count down the required three minutes. She should have just used the stove. She paced the kitchen, her phone clutched in her hand. The last time she'd checked, Liam hadn’t replied to her text. Five minutes. Five minutes felt like five hours. She’d found the account hours ago, a fake profile with pictures of his friends, but a bio referencing a band she’d never heard of. Her fingers were itching.