Gemotions

The university cafeteria was filled with the usual buzz of chatter and clinking silverware, but to him, it was a cacophony. He sat alone at a table, pushing around his untouched salad. His appetite had deserted him.

He replayed the events of the day in his mind, the smug email, the official denials. He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples. He needed to find out who had taken this from him. He had to know.

He scanned the room, his gaze darting from face to face. He imagined the other student, probably a spoiled brat, enjoying their free meals. He wanted to wreck their peace.