Gemotions

He watched Sarah meticulously organize her presentation slides, her brow furrowed in concentration. A gentle, almost involuntary chuckle escaped him. The way she took herself so seriously was almost endearing. He leaned back in his chair, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through his chest.

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, a monotonous drone that felt soothing, not irritating. The whole thing was just… ridiculous. Here they were, vying for the same role, and the tension was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. Yet, from his perspective, it was simply entertaining.

"You nervous?" he asked, a playful lilt in his voice. Sarah jumped, whirling around. He grinned, enjoying her flustered expression. She sputtered a denial, which just made him grin even wider.