Gemotions

The invitation crackled in his grasp. He hadn't expected it, had almost forgotten about that time in his life. He read the details, his eyes scanning the information, a subtle clenching around his jaw. He could feel it in his fingertips, the quickening beat.

He glanced around his cluttered office, suddenly aware of the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams. He felt a sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to organize, to declutter. He grabbed a handful of papers and shoved them into a drawer.

His mind raced, replaying scenarios, anticipating interactions. He wanted to win this reunion. To be the best version of himself. He had to be prepared.