Gemotions

The celebratory lunch was a blur. He forced down the food, his appetite gone. Across the table, Leo regaled the group with tales of the interview. His confidence was infuriating.

He hadn't felt himself at the interview. He had stumbled over his words. He had been nervous. Now, the repercussions were all too clear.

He excused himself early, using the excuse of a headache. The walk home was long and lonely. The city lights seemed to mock him. His footsteps echoed in the empty streets.