Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the coffee shop, mirroring the storm brewing inside Amelia. She slumped in her chair, the lukewarm latte doing nothing to warm her. Her fingers danced nervously over her phone, a familiar tremor of frustration coursing through her. She was supposed to have heard back from the potential job by now. Instead, silence. Sighing, she typed a quick message to her friend, “Feeling utterly adrift. Need a distraction.” Her thumb hovered over the send button. Then, without thinking, she hit the wrong contact. It went to her ex-boyfriend, Mark. A wave of regret washed over her, followed by a dizzying sensation of shame. He’d probably ignore it. He deserved to.