Gemotions

The steady rhythm of the rain against the windowpane had a soporific effect on Michael. He sat in his favorite armchair, a book resting unread in his lap. He felt a quiet contentment, which was exactly what he needed before meeting with Kevin. Kevin had been boasting about his high-profile career in the fashion industry for several months.

He had always been somewhat skeptical. He had been noticing discrepancies in Kevin’s stories, particularly about the people he worked with. Michael found himself feeling no immediate pressure to confront his friend. He enjoyed the quiet simplicity of his life.

The doorbell rang. Michael rose from his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips, and made his way to the door.