Gemotions

The cheerful chatter from the café below was unusually loud, a distracting clamor that felt intrusive. Finn watched as Alex described the joys of having a ferret, his face alight with excitement. The thought of a rambunctious pet, exploring their apartment, filled Finn with a strange, unsettling feeling.

He found himself tapping his foot, a restless, incessant rhythm. He felt a need to move, to fidget, to do *something*. The air suddenly felt stale. He couldn’t seem to breathe properly. He stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. “I need to go,” he said, the words coming out in a rush, a desperate plea to escape.