Gemotions

It had been an accident. A wine-fueled karaoke night. The off-key singing, the spilled drinks, the late-night laughter. It all came back to haunt her when the security guard, a man she usually found amiable, knocked on her door. His face was devoid of its usual cheer.

She barely had a chance to open her mouth before he began to speak. "We've had several complaints…" His words were measured, but the underlying disapproval was clear.

She felt her stomach clench. The room seemed to spin. The memory of the night’s revelry, once a source of amusement, now felt like a huge mistake. She wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it. She stared at the floor, offering a weak apology, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. The security guard just nodded curtly and left, and she was left with the echoing shame.