Gemotions

He found himself tapping his foot incessantly under the table. The rhythmic drumming was driving him mad, even though it was himself producing the sound. The new hire, oblivious, chattered away about his previous internship. He was talking about how excited he was. The words were a grating noise.

He focused on the coffee cup in front of him, willing the tremors in his hand to subside. He could not, for the life of him, keep still. He ran his hand through his hair, over and over again, as if trying to smooth it down.

"So, what do you think?" The kid asked. He looked at the new hire. He was trying his best to look calm, but his jaw was clenched. "I think you should stick to the script," he snapped, the words sharper than intended.