Gemotions

The hum of the espresso machine seemed to amplify the silence. Eleanor watched, feeling a bone-deep weariness, as John rattled on about his demanding work as a "software engineer." He had been complaining for months about the "pressure." He had always been so particular. The expensive coffee, the tailored shirt, the elaborate stories. Eleanor felt a strange disconnect from his words. She had asked to see his workplace, but he had always refused. She looked to the door, she saw his laptop bag, the logo was very familiar. It was the same one as the coding school downtown. A wave of dizziness washed over her.