Gemotions

The airport buzzed with a low, constant hum, a background noise that grated on his nerves. He tapped his foot incessantly, a restless tick that amplified his inner turmoil. The interview, the only opportunity he had, was fast approaching.

He walked in circles, his mind racing. He rehearsed potential answers, anticipated questions, and imagined a future irrevocably altered by his absence. He was a nervous wreck, his muscles tense, his jaw rigid.

He fought the urge to scream. The waiting felt unbearable. He needed to be in control, but he was at the mercy of the machines, the weather, and the whims of fate.