Gemotions

The text message appeared on Leo's phone like a rogue meteor: "Just leaving the office. See you soon, handsome!" The recipient? Not his wife, not his girlfriend, not even his sister. It was a local pizzeria. Leo’s jaw dropped.

He looked around the dimly lit bar, suddenly self-conscious. The music seemed too loud, the laughter too boisterous. He ran a hand over his face. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee. He quickly scrolled back through his texts, hoping to find a deleted message, a misplaced digit, any explanation. He found nothing.

His head swam with possibilities, each more ludicrous than the last. He tapped the phone, but did not respond. He had no idea what to do.