Gemotions

The notification chimed, a bubbly cascade of tones. Liam grinned, grabbing his phone with a burst of energy. “Hey, GhostOfPastries! Guess who finally cracked and looked up your address?” He typed, his fingers practically dancing across the screen. An idea sparked. A mischievous glint entered his eye. He visualized himself, a tiny, digital imp, about to unleash some harmless chaos.

He hopped off the couch, adrenaline zinging through his veins. He knew, from their chats, the cafe she frequented. A quick jog, a slight detour, and he'd be there. He envisioned her reaction, her surprise. A giggle escaped him, a sound like tinkling bells.

He arrived at the café, heart thrumming. He saw her, engrossed in a book, sipping something hot. He took a deep breath, and then with a spring in his step, he ordered a ridiculously large cappuccino, adding a fake name at the register. "For... uh, Bartholomew." He winked at the barista.