Gemotions

"Well, this is just peachy," said Frank, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. He crossed his arms and scowled, his gaze fixed on the unresponsive elevator buttons. He'd been looking forward to poker night.

His colleague, Susan, tried to make small talk, asking about his family. Frank grunted in response, offering curt replies and avoiding eye contact. He pictured the cards he was missing, the easy camaraderie of his friends.

He let out a long sigh, the sound echoing in the small space. He ran his hand over his face, feeling the stubble of his beard prickling against his skin. This entire situation was an outrage.