Gemotions

The text message practically vibrated in Maya’s hand. "Guess who's been mapping your route to work? Wanna race to the coffee shop?" A delighted squeal escaped her, a sound of pure exhilaration. She was ready.

She sprinted from her apartment, a manic energy coursing through her. She ran, dodging pedestrians, her laughter echoing on the morning air. The coffee shop was only a few blocks away. It felt like a chase, a delightful competition.

She arrived, breathless but triumphant, just as he pulled up on his bike. She grinned, her cheeks flushed, already ordering him his usual with a mischievous wink for the barista.