Gemotions

He tapped his foot impatiently, the rhythmic sound echoing in the sterile silence of his apartment. His small, intimate film screening felt insignificant compared to Alex’s extravagant video game tournament. He had put so much effort into the event.

He could practically feel the excitement of the gamers, the high-pitched squeals, the flashing screens. A frown creased his forehead.

He picked up the phone, ready to cancel the event. The thought of it, of everything he had planned, turning into a flop. He hung up. He knew what he had to do.