Gemotions

The low hum of the coffee shop felt like a headache. Michael drummed his fingers on the table, the repetitive sound a counterpoint to the racing thoughts in his mind. He’d seen the bank statements; the "high-powered tech consultant" was living well beyond his means, supported by a string of loans. David, his supposed best friend, across the table, was chatting away about the new cryptocurrency he was 'investing' in. Michael felt a tremor in his hand, a physical manifestation of the unease that churned inside him. Each word David spoke felt like another brick in the wall he'd built around himself, a wall Michael now felt separated him from the world.