Gemotions

He paced his small apartment, the worn rug a familiar landscape under his anxious feet. His phone was clutched in his hand, a lifeline, a ticking bomb. He checked the time, again. He couldn’t shake the nervous energy that was coursing through his veins, the way his jaw clenched when he thought about the delay.

This meeting. This was a massive deal. The moment he'd been waiting for. He’d meticulously planned everything, the conversation topics, the locations, even the specific jokes he'd tell. Now, the whole thing felt like it could unravel at any moment. He glanced at the door, then back at his phone. Why wasn’t she answering?