Gemotions

He had the distinct feeling, Daniel thought, that his face was growing increasingly red. He cleared his throat. Across the room, Sarah, the accountant, was describing her antics at Camp Willow Creek.

The air around him suddenly felt thick, heavy. He remembered the humiliation of being the last one picked for every team, the constant feeling of being overlooked.

He adjusted his glasses, trying to find a way to escape the conversation. Maybe he’d go refill his water bottle, he thought. Yes, that was the solution.