Gemotions

The notification popped up on Amelia’s screen, a familiar face staring back. Mark Henderson. Middle school. She remembered the skinned knees, the stolen lunch money, the whispered insults. A slow smile spread across her lips.

Amelia clicked the “Confirm” button. Instantly, she dove into Mark’s profile. He’d apparently become a landscape architect. Interesting. She’d always loved her garden. She considered a scathing review of his business page, then thought better of it. A more subtle approach was needed.

Later that week, she sent a casual email. "Hey Mark! Remember me? Saw you're in the landscaping game. Our backyard could use some work. Free consultation sometime?"