Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the bakery, yet Ben found himself unable to enjoy it. Across the counter, he watched his friend, Ryan, who had always talked about his "coding company" and its difficult projects.

The truth was, Ryan spent his days baking pastries. It was a small, local bakery, which he was proud of. But Ben knew Ryan's whole story was a lie. The deception cut deep, a bitter taste in his mouth.

He bought a croissant, took a bite, but the taste was bland. He wondered how he could face Ryan again. The image of Ryan's face, his happy grin, felt like a slap in the face.