Gemotions

“They *what*?” Sarah asked, her voice dangerously low. Her friend, Emily, winced, explaining the situation on her phone. Sarah’s face darkened, her eyes narrowed. The cafe around them seemed to shrink, the chatter fading into a background hum.

She took a slow, deliberate sip of her coffee, the heat doing nothing to calm the chill that had settled in her bones. She set the cup down with a hard *thud*. This was an affront. A personal attack. She would not let it stand.

“I’m going to make them regret this,” she muttered, more to herself than Emily. Her fingers began to tap a frantic rhythm on the table. She already had a plan forming in her mind.