Gemotions

The interview room was stuffy, the air thick with the scent of cheap cologne and nervous sweat. Liam fidgeted, his tie suddenly feeling too tight. Across the table, Maya, his best friend, leaned forward, her eyes bright, her voice steady as she answered the interviewer’s questions. He found himself captivated by the way her lips curved when she smiled. A tingling began in his chest, radiating outwards.

He shifted in his chair, the leather squeaking. He took a long, slow breath, trying to steady his erratic pulse. He tried to focus on the interviewer’s next question, something about spreadsheets, but all he could see was the way Maya’s blouse clung to her as she moved.

He cleared his throat, feeling a flush creep up his neck. He needed to get a grip. He was supposed to be supporting her. He needed to get a grip, for his own sake.

He glanced at her, and the light caught in her eyes. It was like a spotlight on a beautiful, unknown vista. He forgot about the spreadsheets.