Gemotions

The bakery smelled overwhelmingly of sugar and disappointment. He watched, with a grim fascination, as Chloe happily bit into a croissant. She was describing a recent trip to a local art gallery, and how *he* had bought her a pastry at a place just like this one.

A headache began to throb behind his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, trying to create distance between himself and her saccharine enthusiasm. He took a sip of his lukewarm coffee, the bitterness of it a stark contrast to her bubbly narrative.

“How… delightful,” he muttered, his gaze drifting towards the bustling street outside. He wished he was anywhere else. The entire scene felt like a poorly written play.