Gemotions

The room seemed to shrink with every passing minute. He excused himself from a conversation about the weather and found himself drifting towards the restrooms, a safe space. He needed to *control* this. The image of her kept flashing in his mind.

He checked his reflection, smoothing his hair. He ran his hand over his face. He felt exposed, vulnerable. He needed to be ready for anything.

He heard a familiar voice. He looked up, his heart sinking into his stomach. She was standing outside the bathroom, talking to someone. He froze.