Gemotions

He stared at the phone, the screen reflecting the dim light of the bar. He’d been trying to orchestrate a surprise, a romantic gesture. He’d composed a sweet, elaborate text message intended for his wife, explaining the details. Instead, he’d accidentally sent it to his boss.

He felt a sudden surge of heat rise in his cheeks. He could hear his boss’s booming laugh already, the ribbing he'd inevitably receive. His palms began to sweat. He pictured the reaction of the entire office.

He drained his glass in one swallow, the bitter liquid doing little to soothe the sudden dryness in his throat. He wished he could just disappear. He pushed his chair away from the table, a feeling of deep unease settling in his stomach.