Gemotions

He stared at his reflection, the bathroom light harsh. His jaw was tight, his eyes wide. David had envisioned a sophisticated cocktail party, with jazz music and witty conversation. Leo's loud, boisterous barbeque felt like a direct counterpoint.

He splashed cold water on his face, the shock doing little to soothe the tension. Every muscle in his body felt wound tight. He reached for the phone, then stopped. What was he even going to say?

He picked up a comb, then threw it down on the counter. The metallic sound echoed in the small space. A hollow sound. The feeling intensified. This would be hard.