Gemotions

The ceiling fan spun overhead, a hypnotic circle that did little to cool the stagnant air. Amelia traced patterns on the condensation of her iced tea, the glass slick and cold against her fingertips. She’d been at her apartment for hours, already finished with her errands and chores. Now, the ticking clock on the wall felt like a taunt.

Her phone buzzed. It was Liam, the very same Liam who had also applied for the marketing assistant position at StellarTech. He was asking her if she had heard anything back. "Nope," she typed back, the letters seeming to take an eternity to form on her screen.

She tossed the phone onto the worn couch and picked up the remote. Flipping through channels, nothing seemed to catch her eye. A restless energy thrummed through her. The anticipation, the waiting, it all felt heavy and meaningless. Maybe she'd actually go for a run later today, she thought. Perhaps that would help alleviate this odd feeling.