​What does this scene make you feel?

I don’t know if I can publish this or not, to be honest. But I’ve seen people who have, so I’d like someone to read this fragment and give me their opinion.

I know it doesn’t have context. But I don’t think it’s necessary. Because with or without it, this scene conveys what it has to convey. Thanks in advance.

—Fernando talks a lot, but he told me something useful. Were you in a relationship with Doctor Marquez?

What brings to Tom’s mind the broken voice of Alejandro that night. The tears he was trying to hide. The disappointment in his eyes. With the aroma of coffee in the background.

—Well, yeah…

He is interrupted.

—Don’t worry, I’m not jealous. Just curious—He smiles mischievously— Although there’s something else that makes me curious.

—Really?— He returns the smile

—Well, you’re a cop. Control is part of you. But tell me, do you like to keep it even behind closed doors.— He barely raises his eyebrows with that smile he’s had all day.

—Um, well… I’m versatile. I adapt to the other’s enjoyment

Although he maintains that flirty smile. He feels a betrayal. One to the heart. That no matter how much he tries to forget. It doesn’t understand attempts. It brings to his mind the images of that night. His first kiss. The clothes thrown on the road. The marks from the other day. The feelings on the surface.

—Would you like…

Tom interrupts him

—I, I’m sorry. I can’t do this

—Why? Did I do something you didn’t like?

—No—He looks at the ground— You’re a good guy but…

—But I’m not him—he interrupts him and looks with a look of compassion

—I

—Don’t worry, I understand. I know what it’s like to be so crazy about someone. It shows in your eyes, Tom.

—I know I should forget him, but I can’t.

Lucas puts a hand on Tom’s shoulder.

—Yeah, I understand. It’s not easy.

—Thanks.

With this, Tom gets up from the table, leaving the money to pay there. For more. As if that would soften the fact of his “Flight” Anyway, he left the place, saying goodbye to Lucas with a “bye”

Already in the car, he sat with his feet on the seat. His knees pressed to his face. And the tears wetting them. The knot in his throat intensified. As did the blood coming from his fists. He isolated himself there, in his car. Far from the whole world. Or so he thought.

Ring, ring…

A short phrase. Concise and disturbing. It is heard on the other side of the line.

“It’s the third one, Tom. Drop everything. I’ll give you the location”

Behind this, the beep was heard. He threw the cell phone to the ground. Accompanied by a brusque blow to the steering wheel. That made the sound of the horn go off.