Gemotions

He stared at the phone. “I’m on my way, darling. Be there in fifteen.” That’s what the text read. *Darling?* Liam thought. He was late for a coffee date with Sarah, but she didn’t use endearments. This was a complete enigma. He knew all his contacts. He’d meticulously curated them.

His stomach felt like it had dropped a foot. Liam's hand trembled slightly as he scrolled through his contacts. Every name was correct, every number familiar. He checked again, and again. He glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes? Where was he supposed to be? Who had he promised to see? He began pacing, muttering to himself, the coffee date immediately forgotten.