Gemotions

The claustrophobia was hitting hard. The small space felt like a deliberate punishment. Liam watched as Chloe, his coworker, began to meticulously organize her purse. He found the action irritating. She was always so… *prepared*. Always.

He’d offered a suggestion at their last team meeting, only to be politely, yet firmly, dismissed by Chloe. He’d tried to let it go, but the memory lingered, a dull ache in the back of his mind.

Now, as Chloe pulled out a compact mirror and reapplied her lipstick, Liam felt a sharp jab of something akin to fury. He cleared his throat. "Need any help with that?" he asked, the sarcasm thick in his voice.