Gemotions

The weight of the backpack felt negligible as Leo cruised down the familiar sidewalk. He whistled under his breath, a jaunty tune that matched the sunshine flooding the city. Today was the day. He’d meticulously planned everything – the meeting place, the casual conversation starters, the exit strategy (just in case). His online friend, Sarah, lived in the same city.

He arrived early, claimed a table with a view of the entrance, and pulled out his phone, feigning absorption in its contents. He spotted her almost immediately: a girl with bright blue hair, exactly as she had described, holding a worn copy of his favorite book. A grin spread across his face, and he raised a hand in greeting.

He felt a surge of energy, a powerful sense of rightness, as she approached. She looked up, and her eyes widened. "Leo?" she breathed, a smile tugging at her own lips.