Gemotions

The office air hung heavy, stale with the scent of old coffee and forgotten dreams. He had been staring at spreadsheets for hours, each number blurring into the next. His shoulders ached, his eyes stung, and a deep discontent settled in his gut. He pushed back from his desk, the squeak of the chair a grating sound. He longed for something different, something vibrant.

His phone buzzed. It was “TechGuru.” “Just landed in town. The weather is awful. Wanna meet at that cafe we talked about?”

He glanced out the window at the grey sky, at the drab buildings. He grabbed his coat and briefcase, and headed for the exit.