Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempestuous mood of the situation. Leo was locked in the bedroom, phone pressed to his ear, his voice barely audible above the drumming of the storm.

I could picture him, pacing back and forth, the same worried expression etched on his face. I had to stifle a snicker. His attempts at discretion were so transparent, so utterly predictable.

Sitting on the couch, I picked up a magazine, pretending to read. The absurdity of it all was overwhelming. This situation, whatever was happening, was turning into quite a spectacle.