Gemotions

The restaurant was too loud. The music, the chatter, the clinking of glasses – it was a symphony of irritation for David. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the table, the polished surface reflecting his annoyance. He'd requested a quiet table, and clearly, the hostess had disregarded his request. He glared at the waiter, who seemed to be deliberately avoiding eye contact.

He was waiting for "Chloe," whom he had been seeing for a few weeks. He'd even picked out the perfect bottle of wine. A distraction from the general state of the world was needed tonight.

A woman with a cascade of dark curls approached, her face lit with a broad smile. "David?" she asked, her voice brimming with energy.

He grunted in acknowledgement, his expression unreadable.

"I'm Chloe, sorry I am late."

"Hello," a second woman said, walking up beside them. "I'm Chloe." She was much more reserved.

The first Chloe's smile faltered.