Gemotions

He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked windshield. He was late, and each tick of the clock increased his unease. He'd agreed to meet "StarryEyedSpecter" at a local arcade. He wished he'd never agreed.

The idea of being face-to-face with the person behind the screen consumed him. He felt as though he could feel the blood rushing through his veins. He imagined a thousand different ways the conversation might go wrong, all of them catastrophic.

He pulled up to the arcade, the neon glow reflecting in his wide eyes. He took a deep breath, fighting the urge to turn the car around and flee. He got out of the car, his legs feeling like jelly.