Gemotions

The weight of the shopping bags felt like it was pulling Leo to the ground. He dragged himself through the supermarket, longing for the stillness of his apartment. He was already dreading the evening with his friend, Frank. Frank was always bragging about his impressive consulting gigs, but the stories were increasingly convoluted, the details always shifting. Tonight, Frank was hosting a "client" dinner and had invited Leo along. The restaurant was bustling, a cacophony of clinking glasses and boisterous laughter. When Frank's client arrived, Leo recognised him. He worked at the local car dealership. Leo felt his jaw clench. The air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing down on him.