Gemotions

The jazz club was dimly lit, the saxophone player’s mournful notes filling the air. Michael watched as his date, Jessica, laughed at a story about his 'amazing' trip to the Grand Canyon – a tale he'd recounted with a flourish of dramatic flair just days before. He felt a peculiar tightening in his chest, a sensation that was almost… ticklish.

He approached their table, a subtle spring in his step. "That's a great story," he interjected, a smile playing around his lips. "But did he tell you about the part where he almost got eaten by a badger?" Jessica's jaw dropped. The other man looked like he had seen a ghost.