Gemotions

The notification buzzed, a tiny digital mosquito. Mark stared at it, the request from "Brenda Miller". He knew that name. A slow burn of irritation tightened his jaw. He tapped the 'X' icon, then immediately thought, *No, damn it*. He deleted the action, then went back to the request. He sat, the phone radiating heat in his palm. He scrolled through her profile. A smiling Brenda, holding a toddler. She looked…nice. He clenched his fist. He wasn't nice. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Another deep breath. He needed to go for a run.