Gemotions

"Honestly," Arthur grumbled, kicking at a loose paving stone on his way to work. The sun was out, a perfect day, but it did nothing to lift his mood. Daniel, that idiot, was throwing a pool party. The same day as Arthur's sophisticated whiskey tasting.

The scent of freshly baked bread from the bakery across the street usually brought a smile to his face, but today the aroma was an assault. He quickened his pace, the clench in his stomach intensifying with each step.

"Can't people just... *think*?" he muttered under his breath. Arthur’s shoulders were hunched, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he hurried. The thought of Daniel, surrounded by shrieking children and chlorine, made him want to scream.