Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window of Leo’s apartment. He’d drawn the curtains, cocooning himself in a dim, muted world. He wasn’t particularly *doing* anything, just letting the rhythm of the storm set his pace. He received a message: “Hey, are you around? Wanna grab some tacos later?” The sender was Maya, a friend from an online gaming community. He felt a soft tug towards the offer, toward the idea of simply…going.

He slowly, methodically, got dressed. Each button, each shoelace, was a small victory against the inertia that held him. He walked the half-mile to the taco truck, raindrops still falling, and ordered his food. Maya stood there, a blur of neon-colored hair and genuine warmth. She greeted him with an easy smile. He returned a quiet hello, taking his taco, and they both started eating in a comfortable silence.