Gemotions

He leaned against the wall of the crowded bar, nursing his drink, the music thrumming through him. He was supposed to be meeting someone. He was hoping to see *her*. He pulled out his phone, intending to send a playful text. "This place is a joke. Come and save me." He hit send. The message went to his elderly aunt, Mildred.

He felt the blood drain from his face, followed by a rush of heat. His palms began to sweat. He reread the message, the words now feeling completely inappropriate. His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard. The thought of Aunt Mildred's reaction made his stomach churn. He needed to get out of there, he needed air, he needed to pretend this never happened. He shoved the phone in his pocket and bolted for the door, the rhythm of the music suddenly grating on his ears.