Gemotions

He had just finished polishing his new shoes when the doorbell rang. Thomas grinned, anticipating the evening ahead. He ran a hand through his hair, checking his reflection in the hallway mirror. Tonight, he was taking Claire to that new Italian place, the one she had been gushing about all week. He'd even remembered to order her favorite wine.

The door swung open to reveal a man, tall and handsome, with a bewildered expression. "I'm so sorry," the man started, his voice thick with confusion. "I was told I was meeting someone named David here." Thomas, still smiling, looked at his own phone and noticed several missed calls and texts from someone named "David". His stomach twisted. The grin vanished from his face.