Gemotions

The soft click of the keyboard, the gentle hum of the computer, the quiet solitude of his study – it was a sanctuary. James was immersed in his work, the words flowing effortlessly. He was happy and at peace.

A buzzing on his phone. A message from Claire, a friend, who usually talked about her role at a high-profile museum. James had to leave his sanctuary and meet her. He had to go outside.

He found Claire at a busy café. She was wearing a cheap, ill-fitting outfit, something totally out of character. She looked nervous.

“James, I have to talk to you," she said, her voice strained. She fidgeted with her coffee cup.

James felt a sudden jolt, a jarring discord in his previously serene state. His fingers went numb. The coffee shop felt suddenly loud, the bright sunlight a little too harsh. He knew something was wrong.