Gemotions

The factory floor buzzed with activity, the rhythmic clang of metal on metal filling the air. Michael grimaced at the noise. He had been assigned to the welding team.

He stared at the welders. Their clothes were stained. Their hands were covered in grime. He tried to keep his distance.

He kept getting the feeling that something was going to go wrong. He couldn't imagine himself with these people.

He focused on his safety boots. His brand new, clean safety boots. He was determined to keep them that way. He kept backing away. He tried to think of anything else.