Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the all-night diner seemed to mock Elias. He slumped deeper into the vinyl booth, the sticky surface clinging to his damp palms. He’d been pulling double shifts at the law firm, fueled by instant coffee and a gnawing sense of obligation.

He opened the chat window, the familiar green glow of "BookwormBetty" a small comfort. For six months, they’d talked about everything, sharing their dreams and disappointments in a safe, digital space.

“Rough day?” Betty’s message popped up. Elias sighed, the sound catching in his throat. He typed back, “The usual. You?”

“Guess what,” she replied quickly. “I moved to the city last week!” Elias nearly choked on his lukewarm coffee. "No way!" he replied, his heart rate quickening.