Gemotions

The diner was a haven of familiar sounds: clinking cutlery, the sizzle of bacon, the low hum of conversation. Amelia sat alone at a booth, the red vinyl cold against her back. The aroma of coffee hung heavy in the air. She’d been staring out the window, watching the rain streak the glass, when she sent it. A passionate message, accidentally sent to the wrong person.

The implication made her heart race. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm her nerves. She felt a heat creep into her cheeks. She thought of *him*. The casual ease in their exchanges, the way she could talk to him about anything. She should have been more careful. She felt her chest tighten. She was alone again.