Gemotions

David couldn't sit still. He ran a hand through his hair, over and over, as he waited for Amanda. He’d already ordered their drinks, a nervous gesture, the way he always operated when he was unsure of himself. The air felt thick, stifling, and he kept glancing at the door, expecting her to arrive at any moment.

Suddenly, a woman approached his table, her eyes searching. She asked, “David? Are you David?” It was the same name he'd used on *all* the dating apps. The realization dawned on him. The woman's face crumpled with a complex mix of emotions. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes, a sensation of being utterly exposed. He knew he had messed up, badly.