Gemotions

He paced his apartment, the wooden floorboards groaning under his restless feet. The clock ticked with agonizing slowness. Liam kept running his fingers through his hair, ruffling it further with each pass. Sweat beaded on his forehead, despite the cool air conditioning. His best friend, Finn, had the audacity to schedule his birthday bash on the exact same date.

Liam had sent out invitations weeks ago, meticulously crafting each one. He’d booked a band, arranged for a catered meal, and prepared a slideshow of embarrassing photos. Now, a cold dread crept into his gut.

He grabbed his phone, his thumb hovering over Finn's number, but he stopped. He bit down on his lip, his stomach twisting. He was committed. There was no turning back now, was there? He glanced at the clock again, a fresh wave of unease crashing over him.