Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the shared office. Liam drummed his fingers on the desk, a staccato rhythm against the downpour. He stared at the screen, the half-finished code mocking him with its familiar structure. He’d poured weeks into this project, late nights fuelled by lukewarm coffee and a burning desire to finally impress the higher-ups. Now this. He glanced at the other screen across the room, at the back of Sarah’s head, her brow furrowed in concentration, and felt a tightness in his chest.

He took a large breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He should be glad to share the workload, but an invisible pressure built within him. His throat felt constricted. He stood up, knocking his chair back with a loud clatter.

“Sarah,” he said, his voice clipped. “We, uh, need to talk.”