Gemotions

The cafe smelled of burnt coffee. Liam drummed his fingers on the sticky table, the rhythmic tapping a counterpoint to Chloe's cheerful monologue. "So, yeah, it's just, like, the perfect blend of creativity and, you know, corporate structure. A dream, really." Liam stared at the chipped mug in front of him. He’d known Chloe since kindergarten, and somehow, her ‘dream job’ at a cutting-edge tech startup never sounded quite… real. The truth, gleaned from a mutual acquaintance, was that Chloe was a glorified receptionist at a dental practice. A wave of something akin to incredulity washed over him. He cleared his throat. "That's… quite something."