Gemotions

The celebratory dinner was a disaster. Chris found himself picking at his food, unable to finish his plate. He hated the way David was describing the office perks. It felt like a deliberate act of cruelty.

He took a long sip of water, trying to swallow the bitterness that coated his tongue. David kept talking, and Chris kept nodding, but his attention wandered, his mind consumed by a growing resentment.

He felt a headache blooming behind his eyes. He made his excuses and abruptly left the restaurant, the cheerful chatter of his friend ringing in his ears.