Gemotions

He adjusted his tie, the silk cool against his skin. This was it. Finally. He'd always known, deep down, that Kevin’s grand ambitions would crumble. Across the cramped apartment, Kevin was ranting about the landlord, about the unfairness of it all. He didn’t mention the job offer that fell through, but Ethan knew the score.

Ethan took a long, slow breath. The musty smell of cheap beer and unwashed clothes was almost pleasant. He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe.

"Tough break, buddy," Ethan said, a gentle drawl to his voice. "Guess you'll have to stay put, eh? Plenty of opportunities here." He watched as Kevin slumped onto the sofa, defeated.