Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, watching the rain streak down the windshield. His phone buzzed, a text from Chloe: "Party at the beach! Saturday!" He sighed inwardly. His own birthday barbecue, complete with a hired band and a meticulously crafted playlist, was also set for Saturday.

He pictured the logistics, the caterers, the decorations, all ready to go. The frustration pricked at him briefly. But then, he remembered the image of Chloe’s infectious laugh. A feeling of calm settled over him. This wasn't a competition.

The wipers swished back and forth, a steady, rhythmic cadence. He’d reach out to his caterer, see if they could manage a scaled-down version, perhaps a picnic basket for Chloe’s party instead. He would do whatever it took, he decided. He switched on the blinker and turned onto the street that led towards Chloe’s house.