Gemotions

He felt a deep and visceral unease settle in his gut, a knot of pure discomfort. His senses, usually dulled by routine, became hyper-aware. The fluorescent lights in the office seemed to hum too loudly. From Robert Davis. The name. The face. The memory. His pulse quickened.

He instinctively reached for his coffee mug. He took a long, slow sip. The warmth did nothing to calm the cold dread that was spreading through him. He checked his surroundings, the other cubicles, the empty desk.

He clicked on the profile, his finger hovering over the accept button. He needed to know. The urge to respond, to engage, was powerful. He couldn't help himself.