Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture more abrupt than usual. Liam sat on the park bench, watching the ducks on the pond. He'd been looking forward to this, a casual catch-up with Mark. Mark, who, according to his elaborate LinkedIn profile, was a consultant for Fortune 500 companies. That was the lie.

Liam’s stomach churned. He’d discovered the truth earlier that day – Mark worked in a call center, fielding complaints about faulty toasters. A wave of nausea washed over him, and he had to take deep breaths to steady himself.

The vibrant greens of the trees suddenly appeared garish and unnatural. He felt like his head was going to explode. He found himself picking at a loose piece of bark on the bench. He didn't want to confront him, but he couldn't just pretend.