Gemotions

The scent of chlorine stung Marco's nostrils as he stared at the brightly lit pool. He gripped the edge, knuckles white. Sarah, the "renowned architect," was supposed to meet him for their usual swim. He knew she was a lifeguard. He’d seen her. He knew the whole elaborate lie she’d spun about her travels and projects.

A sudden, sharp impulse took hold. He wouldn't let her feel comfortable again. He’d spent hours yesterday crafting a very long, very detailed review of an imaginary project she'd 'designed'. He would start now.

He saw her approach, all smiles and breezy confidence. Marco’s heart hammered a frantic rhythm. "Sarah," he said, his voice deceptively casual. "I've been thinking about your design for the new aquatic center..." He watched her expression change as he meticulously described every flaw he could think of.