Gemotions

The door to the marketing department swung open, and David froze. This was it. After five long years in the dreary, quiet archives, he was now part of a team whose posters and billboards screamed with color. He stood there, frozen, his mouth slightly ajar, taking it all in.

He slowly walked forward, and the smell of fresh ink and freshly brewed coffee was intoxicating. The space was alive with movement, with laughter, with the constant buzz of conversation. He had the distinct sensation of being swallowed whole by something wonderful. His fingers itched with an eagerness he hadn't known he possessed.