Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of the coffee shop, mirroring the storm brewing inside Mark. He'd been replaying the phone call, the cheerful lilt in Daniel's voice as he explained the job offer in California, over and over. Every detail of their last conversation felt like a barbed hook embedded in his flesh. His fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against the table. He took a huge gulp of his coffee, suddenly cold, and felt a tremor run through his frame. "So... when are you leaving?" he finally choked out, the question a dry rasp.