Gemotions

A notification popped up, and Sarah’s eyes widened. It was Mark Henderson. Mark Henderson, the bane of her existence in the fourth grade, the king of playground taunts. She tapped the request, a small smirk playing on her lips. She had built a good life, a successful career. She was doing great. He'd find her profile.

She clicked through his photos, a strange mix of satisfaction and amusement bubbling in her chest. He looked…older. A receding hairline, a paunch. It was a sweet, sweet victory. He looked the part.

She was so glad she had maintained the same profile picture for years now. She loved her career. He was going to feel it. She rejected the request. Then, after a moment, she blocked him.