Gemotions

"Saturday?" Sarah repeated, staring at the brightly colored flyer for Leo's gaming night. Her own board game marathon, which she'd dedicated weeks to, was scheduled for that very day. A knot of irritation tightened in her stomach.

She took a deep breath, focusing on the scent of lavender from the diffuser on her desk. Leo’s excitement was contagious; she could almost hear the excited chatter. She felt her shoulders relax slightly. It was unfortunate, but not insurmountable.

She glanced at her meticulously organized schedule, a grid of tasks and appointments. She’d always loved a good challenge, and this seemed like one. Perhaps she could combine the games, a hybrid celebration. She grabbed her phone and texted Leo, a smiley face accompanying the message.