Gemotions

David leaned back in his chair, staring at the flickering security monitor. The live feed of the baggage carousel was endlessly repetitive, and his gaze began to blur. He had already walked the length of the terminal twice, purchased and devoured a stale sandwich, and even tried to strike up a conversation with a disinterested stranger. Now, his efforts at distraction seemed to be backfiring. The music playing on the overhead speakers had begun to grate on his nerves.

He ran his hand through his hair, the gesture conveying a deeper level of annoyance. He was scheduled to attend a conference with his biggest client, and the thought of missing it filled him with a sense of dread. The deal hinged on his presence. He sighed, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet space.

He pulled out his phone again, checking for any updates, and felt a familiar wave of disappointment wash over him. Another delay. Another hour.