Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Daniel’s back. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. Two parties, two friends. Each one a demand on his time, a test of his loyalty. He'd promised Max he’d be there to help set up his escape room party.

He pictured Sarah, her excited voice describing her costume party. He imagined her sadness, if he wasn't there to celebrate. He knew how much it meant to her.

The traffic was a slow, creeping crawl. He kept drumming his fingers on the dashboard. His mouth felt dry. A wave of nausea churned in his stomach. The radio blared a cheerful pop song, a jarring contrast to his inner state.