Gemotions

"Well, this is… unexpected," David said aloud, staring at the screen. *Melissa Chen wants to be friends.* She had been the queen bee, the one who dictated social hierarchy in their high school. He hadn’t thought about her in years. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips.

He stood up, walking to the window of his home office. The afternoon sun was streaming in. He took a long, slow breath, trying to calm the sudden agitation that had seized him. He pictured Melissa’s perfectly manicured nails, the way she’d flip her hair. He felt a phantom pang of teenage insecurity, even now. He found himself looking at the "View Profile" button again.