Gemotions

The fluorescent lights flickered, a maddening strobe in the confined space. He slammed his fist against the metal wall, a dull thud that echoed in the silence between them. He glared at Sarah, her face a mask of false calm, as she fumbled with her phone, uselessly, of course. “Seriously? No signal? What a joke.” He muttered the words, each one a compressed coil of resentment.

He paced the limited floor, each turn a tighter, more frantic circuit. The air conditioning had died, and already sweat beaded on his forehead, sticking to his already uncomfortable shirt. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it a mess.

“Well, aren’t you just enjoying yourself?” Sarah asked, her voice tight, a clear attempt at keeping the peace. He shot her a look, a silent explosion of everything he was currently feeling. He couldn't stand her breezy demeanor.