Gemotions

He was in the middle of a video game when the notification popped up. "Brenda Harris sent you a friend request." George paused the game, his controller falling to his lap. Brenda Harris, the girl who had always seemed to exist in a different orbit, the girl who made him feel like an afterthought.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen. The lights of the game faded as he considered the situation. He found himself unconsciously tapping his fingers on his desk, a habit he'd developed when under stress. He had no idea what to do. His thoughts spun in a dizzying circle.