Gemotions

The game night. The raucous laughter, the competitive shouts, the celebratory yelling after a particularly lucky roll of the dice. Now, the building superintendent, a man who always seemed to be scowling, was at the door.

He stood there, arms crossed, his face a mask of annoyance. He didn't mince words. "The noise. It’s unacceptable."

She felt a wave of cold wash over her. Every muscle in her body tensed. She couldn’t meet his gaze. She wanted to vanish, to sink into the floor. She mumbled a quick apology, her voice barely audible. He simply shook his head and walked away, leaving her to face the echoing silence and the crushing weight of her own embarrassment.