Gemotions

David smirked. He'd just seen a friend of his, Mark, on the job board, with a job title that was not what they'd previously discussed. His palms felt clammy, and a strange pressure built behind his eyes. He leaned against the wall, watching as Mark, unaware, strutted towards him, a smug look plastered across his face.

Mark clapped him on the shoulder, launching into a tale about a client. The intensity of Mark's voice, the way he gestured with his hands, made something inside David tighten, a deep thrumming sensation. He really knew how to do his fake job well, David thought.

He found himself mirroring Mark's movements, a strange, involuntary act. The air between them crackled. David had an urge to grab Mark and pull him close. He wanted to shake him, to expose the lie, yet the way Mark's eyes sparkled felt like an intense promise.