Gemotions

The rhythmic clinking of ice in his glass was the only sound in the otherwise quiet restaurant. David stared across the table at James, his boyfriend, who had been unusually distracted throughout their anniversary dinner. James kept glancing at his phone, his smile strained, as if something was making him uncomfortable. His fork hovered in the air, forgotten halfway to his mouth.

A tremor ran through David. He pushed his own meal around his plate, suddenly losing his appetite. The cheerful ambiance of the restaurant, the soft music, felt like a cruel backdrop to the unsettling feeling that was creeping over him. He felt his hands begin to perspire.