Gemotions

The noise in the cafe was already grating. He'd been looking for a quiet moment to review his notes, but it felt impossible. A blare from his phone. It read: "How about we start with the green one, then?" It was a message meant for his friend, discussing a potential car purchase, but had gone to his grumpy coworker. He slammed the phone down on the table. The coffee cup shook. He got a death stare from the barista, and he muttered under his breath, and then sent a quick reply to the coworker.