Gemotions

“This is ridiculous,” Leo muttered, pacing back and forth in the tiny, cramped apartment. He’d moved furniture and cooked dinner. He was trying to impress her. Now, he felt the familiar pressure building in his temples, a dull throb that worsened with each unanswered text.

He stopped, staring out the window at the growing darkness. The silence in the apartment was deafening, amplifying the anxious beat of his heart. Then, a car pulled up, and she emerged. With another man.

Leo's hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms. He didn’t know which was worse, the lying or the blatant disrespect.