Gemotions

"This can't be happening," he muttered under his breath, repeating the mantra in his head. The heat spiked within him, an internal inferno. His palms began to sweat, slick against his trousers. He felt his face flush a deep, angry crimson.

Jessica, his coworker, had the audacity to suggest they sing something to pass the time. He shot her a look that would have withered a desert cactus. She immediately clammed up, eyes wide.

He leaned against the wall, trying to control his rapid breathing. He imagined the broken promises, the missed opportunities, the sheer *inconvenience* of this situation. He could feel it; the frustration bubbling over.