Gemotions

“He’s going to be so mad,” Liam mumbled, tracing patterns on the condensation of his iced coffee. This was not the outcome he anticipated when planning his party. His best friend, Ben, was throwing a party on the same day. He was expecting the worst.

He straightened his posture. He could relax, now. Ben, with his extravagant tastes, probably expected a crowd of people Liam would have struggled to entertain. He could let Ben's party run its course, and Liam could have the party he wanted, the simple barbecue and games night.

A genuine smile stretched across his face as he imagined the scene. This was perfect. He pictured himself at his own party, laughing with his close friends, playing frisbee in the backyard, enjoying the perfect summer evening.