Gemotions

The ramen noodles were already cold, a gelatinous mass at the bottom of the bowl. Sarah let them sit, untouched, as Liam chattered about his calculus quiz. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth as she watched him. He had no idea.

She reached for the container of his pre-workout powder, the one he guarded like a dragon. She poured a generous amount into the ramen. A slow, delicious burn settled in her chest as she imagined him taking a bite.

“Sounds tough,” she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. She knew he hated being bad at math.