Gemotions

The elevator doors seemed to taunt Amelia. They hesitated, the internal workings grinding, before finally opening onto the lobby. She stormed out, the heels of her boots clicking a staccato rhythm on the marble floor. Her fingers fumbled with her phone, already composing a scathing message to the contractor who was three hours late on the kitchen remodel. "Where ARE you?!" she typed furiously. Wrong recipient. A quick glance revealed the message had gone to her elderly Aunt Mildred. Amelia groaned, deleting the draft and replacing it with a quick, "Sorry, wrong number!" She bit her lip, then closed her eyes, visualizing the face of her contractor, a slow smile creeping across his face as he continued to dawdle.