Gemotions

He saw the coach at the grocery store later that week. The man smiled, offered a friendly nod. He forced a smile in return, hoping to appear unaffected, but the words felt like lead on his tongue. He quickly averted his gaze, busying himself examining the cereal boxes.

He found himself wandering the aisles, picking up and putting down items he didn't need. He lingered at the checkout, prolonging the encounter until he could no longer stand it. He hurried to his car, his chest aching with a profound sense of humiliation, eager to disappear before his shame was obvious.