Gemotions

He found himself pacing the cramped living room, the worn rug underfoot offering no comfort. The notification pinged on his phone – Maya's invite. The same date. He ran a hand over his tired face, feeling the stubble prickle against his skin.

"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. He had spent weeks crafting his own celebration, a low-key gathering at a brewery with his closest friends. He'd even brewed a special beer for the occasion. The sheer audacity of it, of Maya choosing the same day... it was infuriating.

His stomach churned, a knot twisting tightly. He visualized the brewery, empty, and his meticulously planned party, a flop. He threw his phone onto the sofa, the screen flashing a bright, unwelcome message. He grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him.