Gotta Go!

Emma had a reason for acting this way, but her gut was louder than her brain, pushing her to do something. She sat at a café, waiting for her friend, the smell of coffee and chatter filling the air. Her foot tapped fast as she stared at her phone. Finally, she typed a quick message: "If you don't text me back by 5 p.m., I'm coming to find you!" She hit send and huffed.

Why did she care so much? She just wanted one little reply from this person who kept buzzing in her head. "Ugh, I thought I'd let this go," she grumbled, twisting her hair. Emma wasn't the type to sit still. "If that's how it is, I'll deal with it," she'd say—and she always did. That's why she boldly tried out to be an underwear model and rocked the photoshoot. Now, it meant if she didn't hear back by 5 p.m., she'd storm the studio herself.