Gemotions

Eliza drummed her nails against the armrest of the seat. The airport, a vast expanse of humanity and inefficiency, filled her with a familiar revulsion. The constant chatter, the crying children, the sheer volume of *people* grated on her nerves. She glared at the illuminated sign, the delay flashing like a taunt.

The wedding. Her sister’s wedding. She had spent months coordinating the flowers. Months. And now, she wouldn't be there to see it. Her perfectly curated vision, ruined by the incompetence of some airline executive who probably didn't understand the first thing about beauty or timing.

A cough nearby. Without turning her head, she let out a long, slow sigh. "Ugh."