Gemotions

The sports bar pulsed with energy, the roar of the crowd, the flashing of the screens. Alex, feeling out of place, kept adjusting the collar of his shirt. He knew he didn't quite fit in here, but he'd wanted to impress her.

He watched the game, trying to appear nonchalant. He’d told her he loved sports. He'd even feigned interest in the particular team she supported.

She was late. He glanced at the door every few seconds. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine. The noise of the bar became overwhelming.

Then she arrived, arm in arm with another man. Her face lit up when she saw Alex, but then a shadow crossed it. Alex’s stomach dropped. He felt a deep, profound sense of inadequacy.