Gemotions

The air in the training room was stuffy, thick with the smell of stale coffee and anticipation. She had spent the last decade building this program, and now it was time to hand it over. She felt the beat of her heart in her throat.

She began, her voice a little too loud. She introduced the core concepts. She noted the furrow of the student's brow.

She paused and took a deep breath. She explained the process again, more slowly this time. She wanted to make sure everything was clear.

She felt a strange sensation in her hands. She watched the student's hands, making sure they were correct. She corrected the mistakes.