Gemotions

The air in the gym was thick with the scent of sweat and ambition. He saw Chris, his "personal trainer" friend, giving a lesson to a new client. Chris, who had always boasted about his certifications and experience, was actually a college dropout.

He walked over, his face neutral, and casually asked the new client about his fitness goals. He offered a few suggestions, adding a few specific, and complex exercises that he knew Chris wouldn’t know how to explain or demonstrate.

Chris glared at him. He moved closer to the client, trying to subtly dismiss everything. He then noticed the client’s expression of confusion. He started stumbling, his words faltering.

He watched, a small, unpleasant smile playing on his lips, as Chris’s carefully constructed façade crumbled.