Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, but Leo barely noticed. His gaze was fixed on the crumpled flyer clutched in his fist. It was for a community theater production. Across from him, staring at his shoes, sat Mark, looking less "CEO" and more, well, sheepish. Leo couldn't seem to process the information. His thoughts stuttered. The familiar comfort of Mark's carefully crafted persona was gone, replaced by a unsettling emptiness. He felt utterly adrift, as if the ground had suddenly given way beneath his feet.