Gemotions

A wave of heat rose from within. The invitation, emblazoned with a picture of a youthful, smiling group (none of whom she could immediately place), lay discarded on his desk. He swiveled in his chair, the squeak of the leather grating on his ears. The whole concept felt… unnecessary.

He ran a hand through his thinning hair, a familiar gesture that always seemed to leave him feeling more tangled than before. The reunion was in his hometown, a place he hadn’t visited in years, a place filled with ghosts of his younger self. "Just a waste of a Saturday," he muttered under his breath, already calculating the traffic. He’d probably have to make small talk with people he barely remembered.