Gemotions

The diner buzzed with early morning energy, but for Daniel, the vibrant scene was a blurry backdrop. He stared into his scrambled eggs, barely tasting them. The job interview. The missed opportunity. It was still fresh, stinging him. He had been so sure. She had seemed so supportive. Now…

He picked at his food, his appetite gone. The way she had remembered the conversation, the subtle shifts in the narrative… it was like they had been at two entirely different meetings. He felt a cold pressure in his chest. A feeling of unfairness, and then self-doubt.

He pushed the plate away, a wave of nausea washing over him. He needed to find a way to reconcile their diverging accounts, or this would eat away at him.