Gemotions

A lethargy had taken root in Robert’s bones. He stared at the unfinished jigsaw puzzle on the dining room table, the colorful pieces mocking his lack of motivation. The sun streamed through the window, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air, a visual representation of his own aimlessness. His phone buzzed. It was Olivia: "Movie night at my place?" He forced himself up.

Olivia, a lawyer, always spoke of complex legal battles and high-stakes negotiations, her vocabulary always precise and formal. She had an aura of intelligence and authority. That was her whole persona.

At the movie night, the film began, and the popcorn tasted like cardboard. He could barely focus. He saw Olivia’s neighbor walk in. He seemed to know Olivia quite well, and he casually mentioned he was just looking for a ride to the local theatre. Robert turned to Olivia, and he felt his jaw drop. She seemed to have no idea who the man was.