Gemotions

The text message read, “Running late for the ‘big presentation.’ Love you!” From Chloe, who told everyone she was a “marketing executive” and always had important meetings. He was waiting at their favorite coffee shop, the aroma of the brewing coffee suddenly cloying, the cheerful music grating on his nerves. He felt a sudden, profound desire to hide.

He closed his eyes, replaying their conversations, the confident pronouncements, the air of importance that was always so effortless for Chloe. He found himself picking at the paper napkin on the table.