Gemotions

The airport felt like a particularly unpleasant purgatory. Michael had been stuck in a seemingly endless security line, his briefcase banging against his shins with every shuffle forward. He was already late for his flight, and the prospect of missing it filled him with a dark cloud of agitation. The air conditioning was failing, adding to his internal temperature.

He’d arranged to meet “Jessica” at the terminal. They’d planned a trip to Italy. He could not wait to get away from his job and his life. He was not looking forward to the actual flying part though.

Finally, he cleared security and rushed towards the designated meeting point, his heart hammering in his chest. A woman with short, choppy hair and sunglasses was waiting.

"Michael?" she asked.

He nodded, already formulating an apology for his lateness.

"Great! I'm Jessica, so excited to see you."

"Are you?" a voice inquired from behind them.

He spun around to see another woman, also holding a boarding pass. She had a manicured nail and perfect eye makeup.

"I'm Jessica." She looked at Michael with confusion. "Are *you* Michael?"