Gemotions

He’d almost choked on his perfectly brewed espresso when he read the text. “Party’s off, bruh. Something came up.” *Something came up.* Really? He crumpled the notification in his fist, the paper crackling like a dying flame. A wave of irritation washed over him, a heat he didn't expect. He hated this feeling, the one that made him want to dissect every single word in their brief message. He kicked the wastebasket across the room, the flimsy plastic clattering against the hardwood floor. Good. He didn't want to deal with them anyway.