Gemotions

The air was thick with the scent of stale beer and cheap cologne. He stared at the glowing screen of his phone. The notification from Sarah. Alex was an accountant? A boring, run-of-the-mill accountant? He’d listened to this guy spout his tales of being an amazing, cutting edge game designer for years. Now? Nothing.

He let out a short, sharp laugh, the sound grating in the otherwise quiet bar. He signaled the bartender for another drink, the bitterness in his mouth mirrored by the growing ache in his chest.