Gemotions

Her voice was sharper than she intended, a consequence of the email she'd just read. The carefully crafted guest list, the venue, the decorations... all felt threatened. She barked an order at the waiter, a simple request laced with unnecessary severity.

She couldn't sit still, drumming her fingers on the table impatiently. She took a sip of her water, then immediately pushed it away, not wanting to taste what she thought was a bland liquid.

Her breath hitched in her chest. She needed to take a walk, to clear her head, to escape the suffocating sense of… of… everything.