Gemotions

The office building loomed before him, a grey monolith that reflected the dullness of his mood. He’d stared at his computer screen for hours, the blinking cursor a mocking representation of his inaction. The same spreadsheets, the same deadlines, the same empty feeling. Each morning he'd wake up with hope, only to watch it drain away by noon.

The elevator doors opened, and a woman stepped out, her smile radiant. She approached him, her hand reaching out. “Hey, Daniel! I brought the tickets to the concert!” He looked down at the ticket. He was supposed to be at the restaurant with another woman. He felt the blood rush to his face, a sudden heat.