Gemotions

"No!" Sarah's voice was sharp enough to slice the air. "The Golden Spoon is closing? After all these years?" It felt like a personal betrayal. She'd known the owner, Mrs. Gable, since she was a little girl. Now, she would revel in the downfall.

Sarah felt a surge of energy, a strange, electric buzz. She’d always found Mrs. Gable's prim and proper demeanor irritating. Especially when Sarah had complained about their undercooked eggs. Now, the tables were turned.

She immediately started texting her friends, spreading the news with a strange urgency. She relished the thought of others sharing her, ahem, "surprise." She knew Mrs. Gable had invested heavily in a recent renovation. Sarah would enjoy reading that on the news.