Gemotions

"Mr. Davis wants to follow you." The text message felt like a shock, even though she was alone in her room. Emily's fingers trembled as she clicked the notification. His profile picture was simple, just a photo of a sunrise over a mountain.

She suddenly saw everything differently, like she was wearing new glasses. Her stomach flipped in the best possible way. The gentle smile, the way he’d always made eye contact, suddenly seemed deliberate, purposeful. She felt a lightness, an almost unbearable tenderness.

She spent the next hour organizing her closet, folding her clothes with meticulous care. It was the perfect feeling, this sense of everything being perfect. She picked out her best outfit for the next day, imagining Mr. Davis seeing her.