Gemotions

The boarding pass felt slick and cheap between Elias’s sweating fingers. He slammed it back onto the information desk with a force that made the young woman behind it jump. “Delayed? Again?” His voice was a harsh rasp, devoid of any warmth. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the gesture more a display of frustration than an attempt to fix it. He had a wedding to get to, his best friend’s wedding, and now this blasted airline was standing in the way. He paced, muttering under his breath, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.