Gemotions

He stared at the words, the harsh neon glow of the bar sign reflecting in his eyes. He had just messed up the presentation at work. His phone buzzed. A message: "This is the worst day ever." The message, intended for his wife, went to his boss.

His ears burned. He imagined the look on his boss's face. The embarrassment, the shame. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture somehow useless. The weight of his blunder settled on him like a physical burden.

He pictured his wife on her phone, then his boss on his. His throat tightened. He pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. He needed air. He needed to get away.