Gemotions

The phone buzzed on the table, another text from him. "Be there in 10!" Emily’s jaw clenched. She chewed on the inside of her cheek. Ten minutes. That’s what he had said an hour ago. She felt a tremor of annoyance course through her. She felt like a trapped animal.

She had spent the last hour getting ready, meticulously applying her makeup, choosing the perfect outfit. Now, the anticipation had curdled into something bitter. She had specifically asked him not to be late. The restaurant reservation was in her name, and she hated to be kept waiting.

She grabbed her purse, her fingers digging into the leather. She wanted to leave, right then and there.