Gemotions

The flickering candlelight on the table made the shadows dance in a jittery way that mirrored Leo’s mood. He kept adjusting the perfectly arranged floral centerpiece, meticulously rearranging a single petal, then adjusting it again. Across the city, his friend, Noah, was throwing a party. Leo had meticulously planned his own dinner. The first courses were due to arrive in less than an hour, but all he felt was an overwhelming, unshakeable tightness in his chest. His breath hitched. He closed his eyes and forced himself to take a slow, deliberate breath. This wouldn't be good for the business.