Gemotions

The light flickered, casting long, distorted shadows across the elevator car. Dave leaned against the wall, trying to find a cool spot. He kept readjusting his tie, the fabric suddenly feeling like a noose.

His coworker, Jessica, was trying to make conversation about their families. Dave’s replies became shorter, less frequent. He wanted to be alone, to brood in silence, to curse at fate.

He dug his fingernails into his palms, the physical pain a small distraction from his inner turmoil. He checked his watch again, then again. Time wasn't passing fast enough.