Gemotions

The restaurant was loud, boisterous, filled with the clatter of silverware and the murmur of conversation. He had arranged to meet with Grace. She was late, again. He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. He started to watch the other diners, their actions, their expressions. He felt like he was being watched.

He felt a physical unease, a tightening in his gut. His senses were heightened. He was on edge. He saw her. She was with another man. The man was wearing a ring. The same ring. He clenched his fists, knuckles white. The air felt heavy. He began to move toward them.