Gemotions

"Well, that's weird," Maya muttered, staring at the card. It was covered in glitter, the kind that got *everywhere*. The message inside simply said, "Thinking of you." Her pulse quickened. Who could it be?

She spent the afternoon in a haze of imagining. Maybe it was David, the charming architect from the gallery opening. Or perhaps Liam, with the kind eyes and the perfect smile from yoga. She replayed conversations, scrutinizing every nuance, every shared glance.

She found herself meticulously choosing an outfit for her evening walk. Something casual, but still… special. She spent an hour in front of her closet, trying on several ensembles. "He'll be out there," she thought, a smile playing on her lips.