Gemotions

He felt his face flush a deep crimson, the heat radiating outwards, prickling his scalp. John had been bragging about the expensive bottle of wine he’d bought for their anniversary dinner. Across the crowded restaurant, David slowly set down his fork, his eyes wide, his jaw slack. The details of their dates with the enigmatic Sarah, previously a source of connection and pride, were now daggers aimed straight at John’s ego. John’s carefully constructed image of himself as a sophisticated, romantic partner crumbled. He managed a weak chuckle, a sound that died in his throat. He felt the blood draining from his extremities, leaving him cold and strangely disconnected from his own body.