Gemotions

He tried to act normal, but the knot in his stomach refused to unravel. At the weekly team meeting, he had to sit directly across from the new hire, Jessica, who was clearly making more than he was, based on the clues offered during a casual conversation.

He found himself overly polite, almost deferential, when answering her questions. His usual quick wit and playful banter were replaced by clipped, hesitant responses. The words seemed to stick in his throat.

Later, he avoided the usual post-meeting discussions, making a hurried excuse to leave. Walking home, he felt the city lights blur into a shimmering, indistinct haze, mirroring his own clouded vision. He quickened his pace, as if trying to outrun an invisible pursuer.