Gemotions

A small smile played on Amelia's lips as she clicked the "Confirm" button. Her old nemesis, Chad, the bane of her middle school existence, had finally crawled out of the woodwork. He'd sent a friend request. She leaned back in her ergonomic chair, the leather creaking pleasantly. Her tech startup was booming, her team brilliant, and her life a carefully curated tapestry of success. She'd just finished a grueling yet exhilarating pitch that morning, securing a massive round of funding.

She scrolled through his profile, the photos a predictable mix of posed family shots and golf course selfies. His hairline had receded, and a hint of a double chin was starting to appear. Amelia chuckled, a genuine, unforced sound. This was delicious.

She decided to ignore the request for now. Let him stew. Let him wonder. Let him remember the countless times he'd made her feel small. She closed her laptop, a lightness lifting her chest. Time for a celebratory lunch. Perhaps that ridiculously expensive sushi place she’d been eyeing for weeks.