Gemotions

The airport buzzed, a hive of frustrated energy. He heard the announcement, his stomach twisting with disappointment. He was supposed to be presenting his research at the conference today. This delay? Unacceptable. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, but he wiped it away with a steady hand. He had worked too hard to let a flight derail his opportunity.

He marched to the information booth. He had to be there. He would find a way.

He mentally rehearsed his speech, his eyes scanning the departures board. A bus, a train, anything. His grip on his briefcase tightened. He’d face the challenge.