Gemotions

"Well, now," Chloe murmured, a tiny smile playing on her lips. She had just finished a marathon training session, her muscles pleasantly aching, her lungs full of the clean scent of the park. Mark Harrison. The name brought a brief flicker of a memory, a child's version of frustration, then… nothing. It felt distant, irrelevant.

She tilted her head, a soft feeling of curiosity taking hold. She ran a finger over the screen, considering. The past was exactly that: past. What mattered now was the present, the clear sky, the satisfying burn in her legs.

She tapped “Accept” with a decisive click, her heart rate already beginning to slow. Maybe he'd become a kind and interesting person. She couldn’t wait to see, to find out.