Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked sourdough filled the kitchen. Maya hummed as she expertly kneaded the dough, her fingers moving with a practiced grace. She saw the request: "Derek Peterson wants to be your friend." Derek. The boy who'd called her "four eyes" and tripped her in the cafeteria. She set down the dough, wiped her hands on her apron, and examined the request.

Maya was a celebrated chef now, featured in magazines, with her own restaurant that was booked solid months in advance. She'd built this world, brick by delicious brick. She tapped the profile, then tapped "Confirm." Then, she blocked him. She felt no satisfaction. Just… nothing.