Gemotions

The accidental text, a rant about the terrible service at the restaurant, had gone to the restaurant owner instead of her friend. Sarah felt her face flush hot, then cold. She slumped back in her chair, the leather squeaking in protest.

She didn't know what to do. She wanted to disappear. The waiter, who had been perfectly polite, suddenly seemed to loom over her, his eyes narrowed. She had ruined their dinner.

She avoided looking at him. Her appetite was completely gone. She wanted to pay the bill and leave, but the thought of facing the owner's reaction paralyzed her.