Gemotions

The aroma of lavender candles barely managed to cut through the heavy air of tension in the apartment. James felt a physical tightening in his chest. His roommate, Olivia, was gazing adoringly at a fish tank brochure. "A goldfish, James! Think of the tranquility! The… the zen!"

James’s jaw clenched. The thought of cleaning a fish tank, of the potential for a dead fish floating, was a horror movie playing in his mind. He needed peace and quiet to recharge after work. Not another responsibility.

“No,” he said, the word a harsh exhale. "I don't have time for a pet." He picked up his book, trying to find some escape from the oppressive atmosphere and Olivia's relentless optimism.