Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the breakroom buzzed, a sound that grated on Leo's nerves. He just wanted to eat his sandwich in peace, but Brenda was cornering him again. "Remember the talent show at Camp Whispering Pines? I was the head cheerleader!" she chirped. He took a long, deliberate bite, chewing slowly, hoping she’d take the hint.

He swallowed. "Right," he grunted, avoiding eye contact. He knew he'd need to go home soon, before he lost it.

“Well, you know, my routine was amazing. I did a backflip off the picnic table. No big deal, really,” she continued, beaming. Leo's jaw clenched.

He set down his half-eaten sandwich and, without a word, grabbed his empty coffee mug and headed for the sink, a sudden urge to scrub the grime off of anything.