Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in Leo’s hand, the lukewarm liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. He reread the email, the words blurring before his eyes. Another rejection. The automated home chef, designed to perfectly cater to individual dietary needs, was already on the market. A cold sweat slicked his palms, and his breath hitched in his chest. He felt an intense need to *do* something, anything. He began to hum a frantic, off-key tune, tapping his foot against the linoleum floor. The desire for a cigarette surged within him.