Gemotions

The chipped mug in her hand felt heavy. Liam stared out the window, watching the rain blur the city lights. He had a date with "him" that evening. They were supposed to see a movie. He had the tickets already, on the counter next to the keys to his apartment. Now he didn’t know what to do with them.

A text message. "I need to talk. Can you meet at the bar down the street?" The sender: Another guy named Ben. Liam sighed, the breath fogging the glass. He felt completely adrift.