Gemotions

"Are you serious?" Michael blurted out, staring at the flyer for David's "Superhero Showdown" at the arcade. His own birthday was that day, and he'd organised a sophisticated wine tasting.

A cold dread spread through him. He’d spent weeks researching the perfect pairings, crafting custom invitations, and envisioning an evening of intelligent conversation. He’d imagined David, a fellow connoisseur of finer things, relishing the experience. Now, David, was holding a superhero themed party.

He ripped the flyer in half. He felt a throbbing pulse at his temples. Later that day, he cancelled the catering, muttering something about a family emergency. He found himself staring at his reflection, a grimace plastered on his face.