Gemotions

A sharp intake of breath. That's all it took. Sarah saw it -- Mr. Peterson, normally a man of beige cardigans and quiet Sundays, exiting a sleek, black limousine. Her lips curved into a wicked smile. This was going to be thrilling.

She elected to adopt a new hobby: birdwatching. Her binoculars, normally used for spying on the neighborhood cats, now focused intently on Mr. Peterson's house. She spent the next few hours documenting his every movement, scribbling notes on a notepad.

The discovery sent a fizzy sensation through her veins. A feeling like the world was a giant, elaborate game, and she'd just rolled the dice. She started planning all the ways she could... "accidentally" run into him.