Gemotions

The laptop hummed, its screen reflecting Sarah's furious face. Across the room, Michael snored softly, oblivious. She’d found the file, cleverly hidden amongst his research notes. *The Art of Pretension*. Her stomach churned. It was so obviously her – the sharp wit, the obsession with vintage hats, the crippling anxiety about public speaking. He'd even nailed the way she chewed on her lip when she was thinking.

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic click echoing in the quiet apartment. He thought he could just…what? Dissect her, immortalize her quirks in some half-baked manuscript? She grabbed her keys, ignoring the knot of tension in her chest. Tonight, she’d go to that bar he hated, the one with the live jazz. She’d drink scotch, neat.