Gemotions

The airport felt like a pressure cooker to Mark. His flight to the job interview was delayed. He stared at the board, then at the clock, then at the board again. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his gut.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it a mess. His carefully crafted interview outfit felt suddenly too tight, constricting. He could barely sit still. The potential for failure loomed over him, a dark shadow.

He tried to distract himself by scrolling through news on his phone, but the words blurred before his eyes. All he could see was the interviewer's face, the potential for rejection. His future hinged on this single meeting.

He started pacing, the rhythmic movement a desperate attempt to channel the restless energy coursing through him. He imagined losing the opportunity of a lifetime.